Danny blinked rapidly, trying to erase the dream he had just woken from. Pinching himself, he realized that he was awake. At least, he was awake now. He could have sworn that he had already gone to school, but the familiar blue walls were certainly not Casper High. Checking his phone, Danny confirmed the date. Yes, it was still the first day of school. He didn't fall into some kind of coma at school. Getting up, Danny made his way to the bathroom.
Danny splashed his face with ice cold water, suppressing a slight shiver. He looked at his reflection, scanning the planes of his face for something different. Besides the dark shadows under his eyes, nothing seemed amiss. Surely it was just a dream. His life was weird, but that didn't mean everything had to have a ghostly explanation. He just had a super realistic dream because he was stressed before the first day of school.
"Danny, come down for breakfast!" his mom called. Danny paused in the act of grabbing his toothbrush.
"What?" Danny called down. But Maddie didn't hear him. Danny quickly brushed his teeth before finishing getting ready and walking down the stairs. He felt on edge and far more awake than he thought he should.
He froze when he looked into the kitchen. His parents smiled at him with a mountain of food on the table, his father holding a white board. Danny felt slightly sick.
"Mom, Dad, this is a bit much, don't you think?" Danny asked.
"Nonsense! It's time for another Fenton Family Funtime. We are going to answer pancakes and eat trivia," Jack Fenton said. "Wait."
"Come on Danny, we know you enjoy trivia. You and Jazz used to love this game when you were kids," Maddie Fenton said.
"Yeah, but it's just school. You don't have to-"
"Danny. We just want to spend time with you. You're going into your Junior year! After this it's all college applications and state tests and-" Maddie Fenton said, her eyes misty.
Danny stared at his parents, pondering the familiarity of the words. Maddie motioned at his seat. Danny slowly walked to his seat, watching his parents' faces for any change. They only looked at him with adoration, not noticing anything off. Danny didn't reach for any of the food on the table.
"Okay okay okay," Maddie said as she sat down. She pulled out some notecards. "First question! What scientist was also the sixth abbot of Brno's Abbey of Saint Thomas?"
Danny looked at his parents wordlessly. Looking between them, trying to notice anything wrong. His parents continued on completely normally. They weren't acting like they were overshadowed, if that was even possible with the amount of anti-possession tech each of them wore near constantly. And his ghost sense would go off if there were ghosts nearby, anyway. So why did he suspect something was off. A weird wish granted by Desiree? But he didn't wish for anything. And if someone else had wished for something, why would he remember anything. It could be Nocturne messing with him. Or Clockwork trying to teach him a lesson. Or some other ghost he had somehow pissed off that he had never heard of before. Was he just being paranoid?
"Well, Danny?" Maddie asked.
"What?" Danny said, startled from his thoughts.
"Did you hear the question?" Maddie asked with a frown.
"No, sorry. I was thinking about something," Danny said.
"Well, the question was 'What scientist created a famous thought experiment about quantum superposition?" Maddie repeated.
"Quantum what?" Danny said.
"Come on, Danny-boy. You know this one,"Jack encouraged. Maddie looked at Danny hopefully.
"Um. Sorry, I really don't know?" Danny said with a shrug. Quickly, he stepped away from the table. "I think I should go. I need to tell Sam about something important."
"Danny-" Maddie started to say, but Danny gave his Mom a weak smile and a wave.
"We can continue this at dinner, right? And by then I can google what quantum superposing is!" Danny said. He hurried out the door into the scorching air.
Danny scanned the sky, expecting an aerial attack at any moment. On edge, he kept waiting for the cold burst of air to slip past his lips, but nothing emerged. He jumped when a car horn beeped loudly behind him. Sam's purple van sported her weekly cause against PETA. Danny smiled at her as she rolled down the window.
"Need a lift?" The goth girl asked with a smirk.
"Yeah, thanks Sam. You're the best," Danny said, walking around to the other side.
"Right back at you, Danny," Sam said, she leaned in for a kiss when Danny opened the door of the van.
"Yeah, it's great to see each other. Blah blah blah. Can you two lovebirds get a room? I just wanted a ride, not to barf up my breakfast," Tucker said.
Danny paused and looked back at his friend in confusion. Tucker barely looked up from his newest technological baby. Intent on some goal.
"Hey, it's my van. I can do what I want," Sam snapped back, pecking Danny on the cheek. Danny didn't turn away from looking at Tucker in the back seat.
"Okay, I am having the weirdest case of deja vu this morning," Danny said, interrupting Tucker's next word.
"I mean, I tell you its gross all the time so I don't know-"
"No, I mean," Danny started. He paused for a second as he searched for the words. Sam began driving down the road as he thought. "I just had an extremely vivid dream this morning."
"Woah, you were able to grab some sleep? You don't look it," Tucker teased.
"Well, not much," Danny admitted. "But I dreamed that I was already living today. The details are kind of fuzzy. But I have been having intense deja vu ever since I woke up."
"I have dreams like that sometimes," Sam said. "Usually if I am stressed about having to do something the next day. Like Debutante, gross. It's like you are going about the day as normal but then you wake up in your bed."
"Yeah, I have had dreams like that before," Tucker added.
"I mean, yeah. Something about it just has me really on edge," Danny admitted, feeling silly.
"I get it dude. Your life is basically always 'on edge'. Honestly, I think it's impressive that you aren't completely paranoid all the time," Tucker said.
"Thanks, Tuck. Really helpful," Danny said.
"You're probably just tired," Sam reasoned. "You couldn't have gotten hardly any sleep last night."
"Yeah, you're right." Danny said, finally relaxing. "Today is going to be hard enough without adding problems that don't exist."
"Exactly," Sam said as she parked her modified van. "Just a totally normal first day of school."
Danny's ghost sense went off, he grimaced at Sam who let out a weak chuckle.
"Oops," She said. She stared out the window at the front lawn of the school. Three ectopuses were terrifying the student body. The Casper students were already taking emergency action. Which was, of course, running away from the flying scary green blobs.
"At least that makes it an even thirty," Tucker said with a shrug.
"Yeah, great," Danny said, a part of his mind sending alarm bells as he quickly shifted into Phantom. He invisibly raced off to confront the green menaces. Without even shifting out of his invisibility, he sucked up the two ghosts playing tug-of-war with a hoodie. The final ghost squealed as Phantom once more became visible. It fled, Phantom following close behind in close pursuit. The little ghost zig-zagged through the air, constantly glancing back at the irritated teenager who was slowly gaining on it.
"Look, just get in the soup can and join your friends. I really don't have time for this," Phantom called out. The little ghost shook its head comically, trying to make a dash toward the ground. Phantom pulled off the lid of the thermos, aiming down toward the ectopus's trajectory. With a plaintive squeal, the wiggly body of the ectopus shrunk in on itself and was pulled into the thermos. With a sigh, Phantom capped the lid. He rubbed his hand over his eyes and through his white hair. Shaking himself, he turned invisible and flew back in the direction of the school. Changing quickly inside Sam's van, Danny walked past the students returning to grab their shredded things. Wes grabbed his slimy bedraggled sweatshirt forlornly, his brother patting him on the back.
Quickly, Danny spotted his friends in line at the front of the office.
"Damn, Danny. You really do look a wreck," Tucker said.
"Yeah, I think you already mentioned that," Danny said, blinking slowly.
"Did I?" Tucker asked, examining his sleep deprived friend. "Oh well. At least you looking like a zombie works out for me. Your exhausted butt makes me look better in comparison. I need to find myself a girlfriend, another semester of third wheeling with you two? Thanks but no thanks."
Sam blushed, glancing at Danny. Danny tilted his head, confused. He shook his head slowly.
"Still getting deja vu?" Sam guessed.
"Yeah…"
"Well, I remember Jazz said something about dreams allowing people to predict patterns in your life. And if anything, Tucker being dateless is predictable," Sam teased.
"Hey, it's not my fault that people can't handle all of this," Tucker argued.
"Are you three going to grab your schedules, or are you just going to hold up the line all morning?" A girl interrupted. With a jolt, the three realized that they were now at the front of the line.
"Sorry," Danny mumbled.
The three grabbed their schedules and looked over them morosely.
"Well, we knew that it was going to be slightly off this year," Tucker started.
"Yeah," Danny said, only glancing at the schedule for a few moments. He hadn't gotten into the Astronomy class he wanted, but somehow he wasn't shocked.
"I am only in like one class with you, dude," Tucker said. "And Sam is only in two. And look at next semester-"
"I know. I see that," Danny said, his brow furrowing in concentration. He felt lightheaded. Tucker and Sam's voices faded, leaving only the slow sound of Danny's heart beat in his ears. Tucker's and Sam's voices sounded far away, not the few feet away they were.
"Danny, it's not too late for us to change our schedules-" Sam started.
"No, I don't want you guys to do that. It will be fine," Danny said, rubbing his eyes. The sound of his heartbeat seemed to grow louder.
"Danny, are you okay?" Sam asked, linking her fingers with his. Danny blinked rapidly before shaking his head. The loud drumming in his head began to disappear.
"I think so, yeah. Just...I must just be really tired," Danny said. Sam looked back at him, unconvinced.
"Well, okay. We should probably head to our lockers. At least we were able to score some that were close to each other," Tucker said. Sam gently squeezed Danny's hand. Danny smiled back at his friends weakly. The two dragged him down the hallway.
"So, does your deja vu tell you what's going to happen next?" Tucker asked hopefully.
"It's not like I really remember the dream that well," Danny said rolling his eyes. "I just keep having these moments that feel familiar. Like, severely familiar."
"So, no lottery numbers?" Tucker asked.
"That would be nice. Next time I have a lucid dream, I'll make sure to check," Danny responded.
"It's not really a lucid dream. That would be saying you had some control over it," Sam said, opening her new locker. "Lucid dreams are when you know you are dreaming, and you have control of the dream yourself. Your dream was just really realistic."
"Potato/ Tomato, Sam," Tucker said, piling his backpack into his locker as well.
Danny opened his mouth to respond when cold water poured over his head. With a start, he fell down on the ground with a splat.
"Welcome back, Fenturd," Dash said. Dash bounced the plastic bottle off of Danny's chest.
Danny blinked in shock, not even responding to his bully. The blood was once more rushing in his ears, the thrum of his heart erasing the sound of the hallway. Sam looked murderous, but at the sight of Danny's confused face, she held her tongue. Dash poured the remaining two water bottles on Danny, before walking away laughing. The crowd dispersed in a flurry of muted giggles. Danny sat on the floor for a few moments longer.
"Dude, are you okay?" Tucker asked with concern. The rushing in Danny's ears dissipated once more. Danny looked up at Tucker, who had bent down and offered him a hand.
"Uh, yeah. It's just...Guys I think something is wrong," Danny said, using Tucker's hand to pull himself back up.
"I'll say," Sam said, fuming."We are not going through another semester of Dash's bullying."
"No, I mean-"
"I'm not really sure how it's going to change now, Sam. Danny has been dealing with Dash's crap for years. The teachers don't care. You're gonna have to do something creative to get it to stop," Tucker said.
"That's not what I-"
"I will think of something," Sam said.
"Guys!" Danny said, startling his friends. He pushed his wet bangs out of his eyes. "I'm not talking about Dash!"
Sam and Tucker were quiet for a minute.
"You... mean the deja vu thing?" Tucker ventured. Danny nodded his head, closing his locker.
"Maybe I am just losing it, but I keep getting this feeling that something is really off," Danny said. He leaned his forehead briefly against the locker, a deep sigh of relief as the cold metal met his skin.
"Off how? Your ghost sense hasn't gone off, right?" Sam asked, her hand rubbing calming circles on her boyfriend's shoulder blade.
"No, it hasn't," Danny stated.
"Danny," Tucker said. "I think you are just tired and stressed. It's the first day back, you didn't get any sleep last night. If your ghost sense hasn't gone off, then I don't think there is anything to worry about. It's not like we are being attacked, right?"
"Tucker, shut up. You know anytime we joke like that, something bad happens," Sam said.
"Pure coincidence," Tucker said with a shrug.
"Guys, it's just-" Danny started again.
"Danny, I know you are feeling that something's off. And I am not saying it isn't. But until we get more proof about it, what can we actually do?" Sam said tentatively.
"You're right," Danny sighed. "I'm just-I'm really tired. And I don't want to get blindsided by something I should have seen coming."
"Dude, we're here for you. And we will keep an eye out for anything weird happening as well. Just try to relax until something actually happens. Well, besides getting an unwanted shower in the hallway," Tucker said.
"Yeah, you guys should go-"
"Mr. Fenton, can you explain to me why you are dripping all over the floors?" Mr. Lancer said. Danny slipped as he turned to see the middle aged man glaring at him. Sam caught him before he could fall on his butt again.
"Dash dumped three bottles of water on Danny for no reason," Sam said, glaring at the teacher.
"Go to the office to see if they have a spare change of clothes for you to wear." Mr. Lancer said with a scowl.
"Mr. Lancer-" Danny argued.
"No, that wasn't up for debate Mr. Fenton. Office. Now," Mr. Lancer said, directing the dripping Danny Fenton to the Office. When Sam and Tucker tried to follow, the teacher turned to them. "You two should head to the homeroom."
"But-"
"I think Danny can go to the office by himself, Mr. Foley," Mr. Lancer said, before steering the soaking teen through the hallway. Danny didn't even notice the stares as once more the only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat in his ears. Mr. Lancer ushered the damp teen into the office. Miss Terrell looked up in shock.
"Oh, Mr. Fenton. You are soaked. Come back here, I have something that would probably work for you," the secretary said, her smile contrasting to the scowling Coach Langford leaning against her desk. She pulled out a hideous green scrub top.
"Honestly, I am fine with just being damp. It's just water," Danny said, the pounding in his ears felt like it was growing. His heart picked up speed at the odd sensation.
"Nonsense, Mr. Fenton. Put on the shirt. Miss Terrel, please find somewhere that Danny's shirt can dry off," Mr. Lancer said.
"Hand me your shirt, dear," Miss Terrel said kindly as two girls giggled in the corner.
"Miss Terrel-" Danny started.
"Kid, you are already causing trouble on your first day. Just do what Miss Terrel says," Coach Langford said. Danny shook his head slowly, rubbing his eyes. But he took the shirt.
"Are you alright, Mr. Fenton?" Miss Terrel asked.
"Yeah, fine," Danny said, quickly stripping his shirt and exchanging it for the ugly scrub. He mumbled his thanks before turning to leave.
"Hey kid, have you ever considered trying out for the soccer team," Coach Langford said. Danny's head began to ache, and he didn't even respond to the teacher before heading to Mr. Falluca's class. Danny made his way to a seat just behind Valerie as the bell rang, ignoring the dirty looks from Mr. Falluca.
"You look awful," Valerie said with a smirk.
"Thanks," Danny said, holding his head in his hands. The water from his hair dripped onto the shiny plastic of the desk.
"Not the best way to start off the year," she admonished, though she looked at him with concern.
"Yeah, I know," Danny said. He looked up at her and gave her a weak smile before once more cradling his head in his hands.
"Okay, everyone. Pay attention. We have a very important announcement," Mr. Falluca said. Valerie swallowed her concern and turned back towards Mr. Falluca. "Test scores last year were lower than they have been in years. And with the constant threat to school security because of Ghosts, there are going to be a lot of policy changes."
"Rule One: No one can leave the class for any reason unless the teacher deems it to be an emergency," Mr. Falluca said. Danny heard the class began to protest, the pounding in Danny's ears began to be uncomfortable, feeling like his entire head was beating in time with his heart. It was steadily getting worse. "Don't bother crying to me, this is a school wide policy. Ghost attacks come out of nowhere. They don't want kids unattended if there is a danger about. The Fentons have upgraded our alert system as much as they can, but we still never know when an attack is going to come. So, no leaving the class, except during breaks."
Danny realized he was holding his breath. He forced the air in his lung outs, escaping his lips with a hiss. Valerie glanced back at Danny, her eyebrows furrowed into a defined v-shape.
"Rule Two: Students who maintain lower than a C average will be required to go to mandatory tutoring. It will be set up by day-"
"Mr. Falluca? I think somethings up with Danny," Valerie said, turning back to look at her friend. Danny's entire body was tense. His palms were pressed over his eyes, as he tried to push through the headache that was building in his head.
Mr. Falluca frowned but eyed the raven-haired teen. Danny didn't move at the mention of his name.
"Mr. Fenton, is there an-"
"I think I should go to the nurse," Danny gasped. Mr. Falluca scowled.
"Now, Mr. Fenton. It is only the first-"
Danny was already out of his seat and throwing open the door. Mr. Falluca called after him. Danny sprinted down the hall, not paying attention to where he was going. The pain in his head continued to grow by the second, not helped by the flickering of the fluorescent lights. Danny grabbed the door to a broom closet, opening it wide and threw himself into the darkness, closing the door behind him with a loud clack.
Danny groaned when his alarm clock went off at seven am. He had only gotten a little more than forty-five minutes of sleep, having been up all night chasing what seemed to be an entire colony of ecto- Danny sat up straight, nearly toppling over the side of his bed. His heart raced in his chest, as he jumped out of bed to scan his room for danger. His head hurt, but slowly the pain was drifting away. Danny stood, tensed to spring at the first hint of danger. However, nothing was out of the ordinary in his room.
Danny took a deep breath, before turning off the blaring alarm clock. Quickly, he glanced at the date on his phone. August 9th. Yeah, it was definitely the first day of school. Again.
"There is no way that was a dream," Danny spoke out loud. He ran his fingers through his tangled hair, trying to remember the details of the dream. Absently, he grabbed a pad of paper and wrote down what he remembered about the dream. He had run out of Mr. Falluca's class with a headache. He had been in the office to get a new shirt. He was wet, for some reason. There was a ghost? He tried to think about what happened, but now that he was completely awake, the details started to fade. With a sigh, he shot Sam and Tucker a quick text.
Guys, something weird is going on. We need to talk, Danny texted.
Notepad still in hand, Danny walked to the bathroom to get ready. He had just closed the door to the bathroom when he heard his mom's voice.
"Danny, come down for breakfast!" his mom called. Danny shook his head, trying to shake off the odd feeling. He made a quick note on his pad of paper.
"Uh, I will be down in a second," He called down. Listening hard, he heard his mother go back to cooking.
"Cool it, Fenton. You don't want to freak out Mom and Dad," Danny said. He quickly got dressed, checking to see if his friends had texted back yet. Nothing.
With a deep breath, Danny walked down the stairs cautiously. When he was in full view of the kitchen, his parents turned and looked at him. Their eyes lit up at the sight of him, and Jack waved a mini white board over the buffet of food prepared at the table. The setup strikingly familiar, Danny felt his heartbeat in his ears.
"Uh, what's all of this about?" Danny said, slowly inching his way towards the front door.
"It's time for another Fenton Family Funtime. We are going to answer pancakes and eat trivia," Jack Fenton said. "Wait."
Those exact words struck a chord, so Danny quickly scribbled it down on his pad of paper. He felt a lead weight settle into his stomach. He looked up to see his mom staring at him curiously. Danny shrugged and gave a weak smile.
"I think I will just skip breakfast," Danny said nervously. "I really need to get to school and pick up my schedule and such. And Sam and Tucker-"
"Come on Danny, we know you enjoy trivia. You and Jazz used to love this game when you were kids," Maddie Fenton said, motioning for Danny to take a seat. Danny only edged closer to the living room. Maddie frowned as he inched away.
"I know. And we can do the trivia another time? Like tomorrow. I can even get up earlier so we can do more trivia questions. But right now I really need to-"
"Come on, Dann-o. You have plenty of time. Come sit down with us and have some breakfast," Jack said, his eyes pleading. Danny could barely hear his father over the thundering roar of his own heartbeat in his ears.
"No, sorry. See you later," Danny said. He sprinted towards the front door, pulling the door open more forcefully than necessary. The door slammed open and Danny didn't even stop to close it behind him.
Danny groaned when his alarm clock went off at seven am. He had only gotten a little more than forty-five minutes of slee-
"Damn it, what is going on?" Danny said, instantly upright. He slammed his hand on the alarm, cutting off its blaring noise. Danny ran his fingers through his hair roughly, not caring when he pulled painfully on a knot. He reached and grabbed the same notepad he remembered writing on before. It was blank. Quickly, before the last vestiges of sleep left his mind, he wrote down what he could remember.
"Clockwork, if there is something you need to tell me, I would prefer you just tell me. This can't be good for my health," Danny said to the air. No response followed. "Yeah, didn't think it would be that easy."
Danny grabbed his phone and dialed Sam's number. After a moment, Danny got Sam's voicemail. Swearing, he hung up and tried Tucker's phone. No response.
"Dammit, guys," Danny said. He quickly got ready, listening for his mom downstairs.
"Danny, come down for breakfast!" He heard her say, he looked at the notepad, checking it with what he had heard. Not remarkable. She said that plenty of times. He hurried down the steps into the kitchen, and saw the plethora of food spread across the kitchen table. His dad holding a white board and a marker. His mom was smiling.
"It's time for another Fenton Family Funtime. We are going to answer pancakes and eat trivia," Jack Fenton said with a smile. "Wait."
Danny glanced at the pad of paper, noticing how he had written those exact words on there just a few minutes before. Confused, Danny did not make a move toward the table.
"Come on Danny, we know you enjoy trivia. You and Jazz used to love this game when you were kids," Maddie Fenton said. Again those words exactly, just as he had written it. Maddie motioned for Danny to take a seat, but Danny stood staring.
"Danny. We just want to spend time with you. You're going into your Junior year! After this it's all college applications and state tests and-" Maddie Fenton said, a look of hurt flashed across her face.
"Okay," Danny said, sitting. He made no move to take any of the food, but glanced around for any details that made his head hurt. His parents did not seem to notice his distraction, as they got to work on the trivia questions.
"Okay okay okay," Maddie said, sitting primly. She held notecards. Danny looked at the cards with suspicion. "First question! What scientist was also the sixth abbot of Brno's Abbey of Saint Thomas?"
Alarm bells rang in Danny's ear as he wrote down the question.
"Oh oh! Pick me!" Jack Fenton said. Neither parent noticed their son's scribbling.
"Alright, Jack," Maddie said.
"Gregor Mendel," Jack said.
"That's correct," Maddie said."Next question, what is the more common name for a Hallux?"
Jack once again raised his hand, frantically waving it. Maddie laughed.
"Alright Jack, your turn again,"
"The big toe!" Jack said. Maddie smiled at her husband's exuberance. After asking a few more questions, Maddie finally noticed her son's distraction.
"Now, Jack. Why don't we give Danny a turn to answer this?" Maddie said.
"Aww," Jack pouted.
"Well, Danny?" Maddie asked.
"Hm?" Danny said, rubbing his temple with his left hand.
"Did you hear the question?" Maddie asked, put out.
"'What scientist created a famous thought experiment about quantum superposition?" Danny said.
"Well, yes," Maddie said, relaxing.
"I don't know," Danny said. The pounding in his ears has lessened. It was still there, the gentle thud of his heart causing everything to sound slightly muted. But the pain accompanying it had faded.
"Come on, Danny-boy. You know this one,"Jack encouraged.
"I need to go ahead and head to school. I really need to talk to Tucker and Sam about something," Danny said, walking away. He looked once more at his notebook. His parents protested, but he was already out the door. As soon as he stepped outside, the pounding in his ears grew louder. He rubbed at his ears, trying to clear the uncomfortable pressure. He did not hear the short beep of the purple van that pulled up on his right, its hand drawn notice against the evils of Monsanto.
"Need a lift?" Sam called through the window. A spike of pain in Danny's head, and he was once more taking notes. Sam raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend as he climbed into the passenger side.
"What's up with you?" Sam asked.
"I called you guys earlier. Something is up. And I don't know what to do," Danny said. He stared at the pad of paper in front of him.
"I'll say. Danny's actually taking notes for once," Tucker joked. "Dude, we're not even in class yet."
"No, that's not it," Danny said. "I think I am in some kind of time-loop."
"A time-loop?" Sam asked, continuing to drive down the street. "What makes you think that?"
"I have literally had this same day twice now. I think. It's all so blurry. I woke up and wrote everything I remember, but it wasn't much," Danny said. "I keep having these intense moments of deja vu, and my head keeps feeling like Delilah is using my skull as a makeshift drum."
"I have dreams like that sometimes," Sam said. Danny flinched as the pain in his head increased. "Usually if I am stressed about having to do something the next day. Like Debutante. It's like you are going about the day as normal but then you wake up in your bed."
"Yeah, I have had dreams like that before," Tucker added.
"Yes, I have, too. But this is different you guys," Danny said, scribbling down what his two friends just said. "I can't explain it guys, but it is different. I need you to trust me on this and help me figure it out."
"We trust you dude," Tucker defended. "After everything we have been through, Groundhog day would not be the weirdest. We just want to know the details."
"Me too," Danny said, reading over what he had written.
"So, what do you remember about these time-loops?" Sam asked.
"The last one, I woke up and went down for breakfast. My parents were doing trivia, and Mom had made enough food for a small army. They said the exact same thing that they said this morning. And then I ran out of the house- and woke up," Danny said.
"And what about the other time?" Tucker asked.
"I don't remember it very well. I wrote it down as soon as I woke up," Danny said, looking at the notepad in his hand.
"So, that's what's up with the notepad," Tucker stated.
"Jazz used to say that if you wrote something down, you would be more likely to remember it. So, if I am having trouble remembering what's happening-" Danny said.
"-then writing it down might help you remember," Sam said. "That is, if you're right."
"Yeah, the only thing I could remember was running out of Mr. Falluca's class, wearing one of those awful scrub tops they keep in the office, and being soaked. And there might have been a ghost, but I am not sure?" Danny said, looking at his handwriting. His half-asleep brain did not have the best handwriting in the morning, it could be a little bit hard to read.
"Well, all of that should be pretty easy to figure out. It's not like it looks like it is going to rain. This heat is a nightmare, we could use some rain," Sam said.
"Yeah. Hey Danny, why don't I look up the winning lottery numbers for today and then you memorize-" Tucker started. Sam slammed her breaks, causing the techno-geek to drop his phone. "Hey!"
"We are not going to use time travel to get lottery tickets, Tucker," Sam said.
"It was just an idea," Tucker defended.
"How about focussing on the problem at hand?" Sam scathed.
"Alright! Killjoy!" Tucker said, earning a glare from the goth girl.
"Getting back on topic now. Has your ghost sense gone off at all?" Sam asked.
"No, no at all. My head is just killing me," Danny said. The pounding in his ears increased as the conversation continued. "Though not constantly. Just when I have those really intense moments of deja vu."
"Maybe it's not a ghost, then," Tucker said with a shrug.
"Really? Then what do you think?" Sam said, pulling into the parking lot of the school.
"Well, Danny is the only one who remembers it, Danny is getting these deja vu moments, Danny has a headache," Tucker lists off.
"And?" Sam asked.
"Well, when he got his ice powers, those were out of control and painful, so…" Tucker trailed.
It took a moment for Sam and Danny to catch on, both looked at Tucker in shock.
"A new power?" Danny said, his headache spiking.