"You can do this." Wes stared at the wrought iron stretching up above his head. Cold, dark, surrounded by old brick, it squeaked in the wind.
Shall I let you in? Or bar your way? it seemed to say to Wes. This coupled with Wes' hesitance and verged on fear. But he pressed on.
Hinges squeaked but he did not stop. Not when Danny Phantom - er, Fenton, rather - was inside waiting. I want to talk to you about something, Danny had said. From a tombstone, a voice:
"Hey Wes," Danny said, holding his palm out to him. "Want some candy?"