Danny slowly stood up, holding his now even more damaged shoulder. He had to lean against a support beam. The apartment was definitely old. It was covered in dust, was falling apart, and had nothing in it except a chair. That would have been slightly odd if it was just a chair, but tied to that chair was...

"The mayor?" Danny walked over. Yes, it was the mayor, gagged, blindfolded, and utterly confused. Danny pulled the blindfold and gag off.

"Thank you!" the mayor said, "Thank you, mysterious ghost boy! And don't worry, I saw the people who kidnapped me. You don't need to worry about the Frost lady!"

"Right," Danny untied him "About Frost...I think you should know..." Volpe phased through the ceiling, followed by the ghost girl. Danny sighed, "Never mind. Get out of here, I'll take care of them," Danny charged up an energy blast and threw it at the ghost girl. Volpe took the opportunity to escape.

"Hold it!" Danny shouted, "You're not going any..." the ghost girl attacked with an energy blast of her own. It hit Danny right in the ribs, and instead of just knocking him back like his did, it burned its way into his skin. With two disabling injuries, Danny got down on his knees, ectoplasmic smoke coming from his ribs now. He could see the ghost girl was having trouble standing because of the injury to her foot, but there was more than that. She seemed like she was changing involuntarily. Here eyes stopped glowing and her skin started to become more...Caucasian-coloured, for lack of a better term. Before Danny could find out who she was, she phased through the wall. He leaned up against another support beam, coughing.

---

Jack returned to the van without his wife, who was still tracking the ghost. He had expected Jazz to leave, but not Danny and Sam.

"Probably out looking for ghosts," he said proudly, climbing into the van, "I'll just drive around looking for 'em...and a chance to catch Frost in the act!" he cracked his knuckles and prepared to start the van. But it started by itself. Not with the ignition key, but with the jet propulsion system. Down beneath the city, the same person who had been in charge of the torture of The Box Ghost sat at a control panel with a steering wheel and buttons on just about every square inch. He was controlling the car thanks to the interceptor on the satellite.

"Mr. Fenton," he said, grinning slyly, "prepare for a joyride," he hit a button and the van took off fast. Jack grabbed on to the steering wheel to keep from getting slammed back into his seat and breaking it. The van was headed straight for the department store where Jazz was, and she saw it coming.

"What the..." she ducked underneath a table as the van crashed through the glass and began driving around in circles around the room. Jack rolled down the window.

"Dad!" Jazz shouted, "What in the heck are you doing!?"

"It's not me!" lacking time to get his seat-belt on, Jack had to hang on for dear life. Now the van turned and was headed straight for...

"Jazz!?" Jack shouted, "Out of the way!" he opened the door, leaned forward, and pulled Jazz into the van before she was run over.

"Thanks," she gasped for air. Back in the control room, the guy controlling the van was laughing his head off. He hit a CD, playing the music from Jimmy Neutron where the nanobots were deleting everyone in Retroville, and started goofing around, chasing people, going around in circles, and hitting random buttons, activating many features of the van. Ectoplasmic missles were fired from behind the headlights, lasers popped up, the windshield wipers started going off...

"What the heck is wrong with this thing!?" Jazz shrieked.

"There are two logical explanations," Jack said, "One, the car is being controlled by someone via an interceptor to satellite transmissions," with that, he began to run a scan for foreign objects, "Two...Ghosts! Ghosts! GHOOOOOOSTS!" the van kept up its rampage around town, destroying two fire hydrants and crushing a parked car. Hitting another button, the guy controlling the van was now playing the music on the van's radio.

"Great," Jazz moaned, "We're in an out-of control van and stuck listening to lame music!" it kept on going. Fortunately, while going under a low bridge, the satellite dish (and the interceptor with it) were knocked off. Jack switched over to normal car power, pulled out from under the bridge, and parked off at a street corner. Frost came out from the crowd of enraged townspeople.

"You see why I am the one to handle this!?" she said angrily.

"HA! I'm not so sure you weren't the one behind this!"

"What!?"

"Before it was removed, my scan showed The Fenton Van being controlled via an interceptor! You possess the technology for one, and we have evidence to show that you were behind the kidnapping and robberies!"

"That's absurd!" the two looked ready to fight.

"Hold a second, just a minute, everybody calm down!" the mayor ran up, drawing applause from the crowd and indifference from Frost.

"Mr. Mayor?" Jack exclaimed, "How did you..."

"The ghost-boy with the fancy white hair freed me," he said, "he was not behind my kidnapping. Some people with fancy gadgets were. On the way out of the place I was held, I also found all my money! It was all done by humans!"

"But our evidence shows..." Frost began to say.

"The town is haunted, I admit," the mayor held his hand up to silence her, "but we'll see what happens at the hearing tomorrow. Good night, everybody," he skipped off to get his money back. By this time Maddie and Sam had headed over to the no longer angry crowd.

"Jack, what's going on?" Maddie asked.

"A long story, that I shall be happy to tell...wait a minute. Where's Danny?"

"Here!" he ran up, back to normal. It was painful, but he managed to pull off faking that he wasn't injured.

"Danny!" Jack greeted him, "Any sign of the ghost that helped the mayor?"

"Huh? Oh, well...not really. I..."

"Darn it! We'll have to try again tomorrow. Tomorrow is precisely October 31, Halloween!" (School had gotten off on the 28th.) Once Jack and Maddie had run off, Danny collapsed down on his knees and covered his wound to his ribs with his hand.

"You OK, Danny?" Sam asked.

"Fine," he moaned, "That ghost girl's pretty tough. I..." he looked around, "Sam?" she wasn't anywhere nearby. Danny shrugged, then grabbed his shoulder when he realised that was painful for his shoulder.

---

Sam was hiding in an alley as it started to snow. Despite the below freezing temperatures, she was sweating and breathing heavily.

"No," she whispered to herself, "You can't be her. I mean, where'd you get..." her headaches came back, worse than before. Blue ectoplasmic smoke came from her mouth and the injury to her foot. Her skin was getting more pale. She managed to fight it off this time. She got down on her knees and started sobbing quietly. She didn't know how, but she was the ghost girl that had attacked Danny just a few minutes ago.