Don't want anyone to be confused, so there's a change in perspective here. It changes to 1st person perspective from Danny's point of view. Hope you enjoy!

The chilly shiver ran up my spine and released itself in a fine blue mist that came from my mouth. I groaned and took my Thermos out of my pocket.

"Want us to come with you, Danny?" Sam wondered.

"Nah," I shrugged. "It doesn't feel all that powerful. I should be able to take care of it quickly. Nothing to worry about."

"Okay. Well, only if you're sure," Tucker spoke up.

"I'm sure," I answered, turning down a darkened alley and transforming. "We've been fighting ghosts all weekend, anyways. You guys deserve a break."

"Yeah, and so do you," Sam countered.

"Which I will take after I suck this ghost into the Thermos." I floated off the ground and took off into the sky before either of them could protest. Seriously, this ghost would be a piece of cake. There's no reason to get them involved in this.

It didn't take long for me to spot it. It was a simple blob ghost that was making a lazy, meandering path through the sky. I readied the Thermos and glided towards it. I activated the containment device. The ghost was easily sucked inside, and I re-secred the lid of the Thermos. "Like I said. Piece of cake."

"Oh, I'm sure it was," a familiar voice said.

I opened the door to my house, being greeted by Sam, Tucker and Jazz. "Where've you been?" Jazz demanded.

"Yeah, dude," Tucker agreed. "You've been gone all day."

"You said it was just one ghost. What happened?" Sam questioned.

I barely had the time to close the door before they started asking me all of those questions. And I had to fire back with one of my own. "What'd you mean 'been gone all day'? It's only, like, four o' clock."

"Danny, it's almost midnight," Sam pointed out, her voice bordering on a yell.

"I told mom and dad that you were studying at the library so that they wouldn't freak out," Jazz explained, her voice worried.

"Just tell us what happened," Tucker requested.

I jumped when Sam told me the time. I glanced at my watch and found that she was right. 11:50, it read. I shrugged it off. "Must've just lost track of time flying," I suggested.

"For eight hours?" Sam demanded.

"We know you like you flying, dude, but you've never gone that long before," Tucker added.

I tried to think back on it, but the last thing I remembered was sucking the ghost into the Thermos. And there was something else that happened afterwards, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I know that I should be concerned about it, but I wasn't. There wasn't a particular reason I wasn't worried, but that should be a good thing, right?

I shrugged again. "I don't think anything in particular happened. I just lost track of time." I slipped in between Jazz and Tucker and headed towards the stairs. "I'm not worried about it, so you shouldn't be either."

I glanced back at them as I walked up the stairs. The three were huddled together, whispering about something that even my sensitive hearing couldn't pick up. I left them behind and entered my room, closing the door behind me.

I dropped onto my bed, suddenly exhausted. What had happened? I might not be worried about it, but that didn't mean I wasn't curious. Missing memory wasn't exactly a good thing.

I groaned and rolled over, pulling my covers over my head. I'd deal with it tomorrow. I was too tired to think.

I knew I should be worried, but something was stopping me. After school ended each day, my memory went missing, and I couldn't tell what the cause of it was. I suppose the reason I wasn't worried was because of how much calmer I felt. It allowed me to focus more on tests during class because I wasn't worried about failing. Both my parents and Mister Lancer congratulated me on my rising grades over the past few weeks. Sam and Tucker continually voiced their concerns over my disappearances, but I always brushed them off until they stopped asking. I couldn't remember anything worrisome, so why bother? But they always said that that was the reason they were freaking out: I couldn't remember. And they were worried that I wasn't worried.

They dragged me home and over to Jazz one day, demanding her opinion. She sighed. "I'm not sure what to think. Whatever is happening seems to be good for him," she said. "His grades are going up, and he seems to be a lot happier than he was a few weeks ago."

"See?" I taunted. "I'm a lot calmer now, and my grades are better. There's nothing to be afraid of. And have you even seen a dangerous ghost recently?"

"Only dumb little blob ghosts or low level ghosts like those octopi," Tucker pointed out.

"So there's nothing to worry about," I reminded, a sudden wave of sleepiness making me yawn. "I think I'm gonna go take a nap before a ghost pops up."

"Did you finish your homework?" Jazz asked.

"I did it during lunch," I answered as I reached the stairs.

"Did he?" Jazz questioned, turning towards Sam and Tucker.

"Actually, he did," Sam said.

That was the last thing I heard before closing my door and dropping into bed. Why was I so tired? I didn't even fight any difficult ghosts today. But I still couldn't deny that I wanted to sleep even before dinner.

Something red glinted in my vision, and I glanced towards it, only finding the sun setting through the buildings.

I had to go outside. I didn't know why, just that I did. Maybe it was my ghost sense? Either way.

I stood and morphed into my ghost form, walking towards the window. I phased through it gliding through the reddened air. I couldn't see properly for some reason. The sunset seemed to be brighter than normal.

After a while of flying, I still didn't know where I was going or why I was outside, but eventually, someone called for me with a laugh in his voice. "Looks like Freakshow was actually right."