It was only the second period and Mr. Lancer already had a headache. Some genius, probably that new art teacher, had thought it would be a great idea to allow the kids to bring their dogs to school for a day just before finals. Something about relieving the stress or some other new-age nonsense. Instead, the halls and classrooms had been filled with incessant barking. The nurse had kindly given him some aspirin and he wondered if it was too soon to ask for more.

His fingers rotated themselves around his temples as he tried to ignore the noise seeping its way through the closed door. Maybe he could leave early and use one of his sick days. It wasn't like any teaching was going to get done anyway.

As he pondered the option of leaving he heard the door creak and flinched at the sudden increase in teenage voices and canine howls.

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Lancer?"

Lancer's eyes lifted to glance over the boy in his doorway, a leash trailed from his hand into the hall and seemed to be pulled rather tight. The kid was smaller than most boys his age and had more problems than Lancer could count and probably more still that he didn't even know about.

"Mr. Fenton, please, take a seat."

Danny slapped the side of his leg a few times and the leash in his hands relaxed. "Is this about my grades again? I thought I was doing better."

"No, this isn't about your grades. I've actually been pleasantly surprised by their improvement."

"Jazz has been tutoring me."

"Good to hear." Lancer's eyes dropped as the true reason he had called Danny bounded happily into the room. "This is actually about your...dog?" Lancer's brow knit tightly together as he tried to process what he was looking at. He had received multiple complaints so he was already aware of the pup's a toxic green color, but somehow everyone had neglected to mention the glowing. Lancer's glared into his mug and wonder is Ms. Tetslaff had been in charge of the coffee again.

Danny, meanwhile, closed the door. His eyes a bit wide as he made his way to the chair in front of his teacher's desk.

The dog, meanwhile, wound happily around Danny's legs, forcing him to switch the leash to his opposite hand to avoid getting tangled.

"Cujo hasn't done anything."

Mr. Lancer briefly wondered if the name of his pet was a result of actually reading, but only briefly. More likely the boy had seen the movie instead.

"I'm aware. But, this isn't about what your dog has done. This is about the fact that your dog is green, and there have been complaints about him being a potential health hazard."

"What? That's ridiculous."

"Danny," Lancer tried to sound gentle. "Dogs aren't normally green. It could be a fungal infection or-"

"He's a ghost."

Lancer felt himself choke. He rubbed his temples and shook his head. "I'm sorry. I think this headache is worse than I realized. Did you just say that...well that your dog…?"

"Is a ghost," Danny repeated.

Lancer's mind went blank. Had he heard right? Danny had repeated himself but still. And, weren't his parents ghost-hunters? Why would they let him keep a ghost as a pet? Did they know? Was Danny hiding it? Did anyone else know?

"Uh...Mr. Lancer?"

Lancer shook his head again. It was way too early for this. "Danny, maybe it's not a good idea to bring a ghost to school." He would have to call the parents later. If they didn't know about the dog, ghost, thing, then they'd need to be informed. If they did know...then again they were experts in the field. "Ghosts and school don't really mix well."

Danny was silent, and then he pulled out his phone.

Lancer's mouth tightened. "Danny, we're having a conversation. Please, put that away."

"I'm just calling for backup."

Lancer's brow furrowed. "What?"

There was noise in the hall. A moment later the door was thrown open and one of Danny's more troubling friends came stomping into the room.

"Ecto-discrimination!" Sam Manson shouted.

"Miss. Manson, please don't slam school property."

"Tucker! the boards."

Lancer gaped as the other troublesome Fenton friend awkwardly squeezed through the door with several presentation boards covers in charts and what looked like quotes and catchy slogans.

Danny looked just as surprised as Mr. Lancer. "When did you make those."

Sam wagged her finger and smirked. "I'm always ready to fight for the rights of the underrepresented."

Danny's eye narrowed, he opened his mouth, closed it and then shook his head.

"Mr. Lancer," Sam's hands were on her hips and there was no stopping her now. "Did you know the number of ghosts who are actually a threat is less than ten percent? Most of them just want to be left alone. Assuming all ghosts are dangerous just because a few bad ones have attacked this town-"

"The school alone gets attacked every week," Lancer interrupted.

"My point still stands," Sam insisted. "Yes, Amity park has an unusually high number of aggressive ghosts, but that is no excuse to discriminate again the few good ones just because most of the ones we've met were evil."

Lancer glanced at the clock. "The next class starts soon."

"Social justice waits for no class!"

Lancer pinched the bridge of his nose. He was definitely taking a sick day after this.