"You took the fall for it!?" Tucker's eyes were almost popping out of their sockets and up against his glasses. School had been released for the day, students were waiting for their rides, and the town's fire department had left. Danny had just finished telling Sam and Tucker what happened.

"He would've gotten fired!" Danny shrugged, "He sent a note to my parents saying that I didn't do it and all I have to do in detention is sit there for ten minutes starting tomorrow. It's not really that bad."

"You did the right thing, Danny," Sam smiled, putting her hand on his shoulder.

"He lied to the principal and got detention for something he didn't do!" Tucker shouted.

"To keep someone from getting fired," Sam glared at him.

"That Winterburg ghost got away," Danny said out of nowhere, more to himself than the others.

"I was wondering about that," Tucker said, "What kind of a name is Winterburg?"

"Trust me. He's tough. I wonder what his beef is with Lancer?" the Fenton RV pulled up, almost demolishing the car in front of it.

"See you later," Danny headed over.

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The next Monday, though still far from his usual half-strict, half-soft routine, Lancer had relaxed a bit. Principal Ishiyama had bought his and Danny's act and backed off a little on chasing him down every time something went wrong. Now he was conducting his second-hour freshman English class, reading from The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. Most of the students had fallen asleep or weren't paying attention. But Danny and Sam, thinking Lancer needed some help with keeping his image, managed to keep focused on his reading. Sam liked the book anyway, and Danny considered it mildly interesting. Tucker tried as well, but had to play his headphones quietly to keep himself looking awake.

"'Thank you,' said Holmes, 'I only wished to ask you how you would go from here to the Strand,'" Lancer read, doing a fairly good job at imitating Basil Rathbone's voice. As he listened Danny watched as blue ectoplasmic smoke floated out from his mouth. A green mist was seeping through the ventilation, slowly drifting towards the students. The second it touched the first boy in the back row, his eyes flashed red for a moment and he gained a nasty grin. Danny thrust his hand into his bagpack and dug around. He pulled out two pairs of Fenton Phones. Ever since the incident with Ember he'd kept a few pairs of them with him whenever they were out of the house…just in case. Since he didn't have a third set, he hoped this mist wasn't strong enough to work against his ghost powers.

"Guys," he whispered, nodding down to his hand. Sam quickly put them on. Tucker started to rip off his headphones, but he'd only managed to get in one Fenton Phone before the mist drifted over the trio as well. His eyes didn't flash red, but the whites of his eyes did become pinker for a brief moment.

"And this passage I find particularly interesting…" Lancer looked up from his book. Every student he could see was grinning malevolently up at him.

"Is there something amusing about this story?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"BREAK-OUT!" a student in the back screamed. Pencils, paper, and notebooks flying, the entire class went storming towards the door. Tucker tried both to join in and force himself back down into the desk, grabbing for the last Fenton Phone, but before he could reach it, the crowd caught him and forced him along. Lancer threw himself in front of the door.

"You people aren't going any…" the crowd overwhelmed him. The door was flung open and Lancer fell off to the side, the class breaking for the nearest exit to the school.

"Come back here!" Lancer stormed after them, but then caught sight of a wisp of green. Winterburg was floating out from the ventilation in the halls, grinning. Lancer didn't know what to do now; try and get his students back, or chase down the ghost that he was positive had them acting up. Finally, far too late to get them back, he went after his students. The front doors to the school were almost off their hinges, the mass of freshmen charging down towards the Nasty Burger. Tucker still made some attempt to get out of the crowd, but it was no good.

"Better get the car running and…" Lancer turned around to go get his keys, but before he could take a full step, he came face to face with Principal Ishiyama, her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed.

"Oh," Lancer laughed weakly, "I was just about to get my keys and head after…"

"I'm sorry, Slade," she shook her head, "This just confirms the school district was right. You're status as vice-principal is now at an end, and I will seriously be considering terminating your employment here. I'd have fired you already if all your students had gone charging out the building," she walked away, leaving a stunned Lancer alone in the doorway. He was surprised to find himself not so shocked about losing his status as vice-principal. What did she mean, if all his students had left? He hurried back to his classroom. Sure enough, Danny and Sam were sitting there, looking a bit shocked, but with no signs of running out of the room or wanting to.

"Well…what are you two still doing here?" he demanded, "Planning on charging out the second Ms. Ishiyama walks by!?"

"Actually, we were planning on going to our next class when the bell rings," Sam said. Lancer stared at both her and Danny as if he had never seen them before in his life.

"Well…" though he'd just lost one of his jobs in the school and was on the verge of losing the other, he couldn't help but smile, "…where was I, then?"

"Something about one part being really interesting or something?" Danny said.

"Right," he picked up his book, "Now then, here we have a fine example of…" the lesson began anew, as if nothing had happened.

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The only sound in the room was Danny and Sam's pens scratching against paper, taking notes and making observations on what Mr. Lancer had read to them. Lancer was up at his desk, going through something intently. Danny and Sam both took their papers up at the same time and saw what he was looking at.

It was an old, worn-out, and well-loved Casper High yearbook, back from when Lancer had gone to school here. There was a picture of someone with a beard, long hair, and a red sweatsuit. Underneath read the name 'SLADE LANCER.'

"I know you're in here somewhere…" they heard him mutter.

"What're you looking for?" Danny asked.

"It's from my day. You wouldn't be interested."

"It's gotta be better than sitting around with nothing to do for the next half-hour," Lancer looked up at them. Sam seemed to be thinking the same thing as Danny.

"Well," Lancer sighed, "No one else will listen to me and I probably won't have any other chance to say it. Have a seat," they pulled up two chairs and sat down as Lancer kept flipping through the pages.