The Fenton RV pulled up in front of the school, Jack jumping out with the Ghost Gloves on his hands, the Fenton Thermos and Fenton Fisher in his belt, and the Ghost-Track Goggles on his eyes. Maddie just had an ectoplasmic laser. Casper High had been closed down, and Mr. Lancer had called Jack in to investigate. Jazz was not happy about this.

"I am telling you," she was shouting at Mr. Lancer as he ran out to meet Jack, "That was not a ghost!" it didn't work.

"Mr. Fenton!" Mr. Lancer was about to shake his hand before he noticed the gloves, "Thank you for coming in on such short notice!"

"Hey, anywhere my kids are in danger and there's a chance at catching a ghost, I'm there!" Jack charged up the gloves, "So the school's haunted, eh? I knew it! What did it look like?"

"Well..." Mr. Lancer thought for a minute, "There were two of them, you see...the one I saw looked like a man with elf-ears and black fur. The other one was covered in a tablecloth."

"I see. What's the damage?"

"A hole in the roof and the wreckage of the trophy of our star quarterback Dash Baxter. As the kids would say, 'it was quite a freaky ride!'"

"Where's Danny?" Maddie asked, looking around; she only saw Jazz.

"He, Mr. Foley, and Ms. Manson headed home immediately. It seems young Danny was injured in the chaos."

"Is it serious!?" Jack grabbed Mr. Lancer, forgetting he had the gloves on.

"No..." Mr. Lancer managed to cough out, "He should be fine..." Jack dropped him.

"I'm not leaving here until the ghost that hurt him feels the cold metal grasp of these gloves. To the...where'd the ghost first show up again?"

"The cafeteria," Mr. Lancer was still on the ground.

"To the cafeteria!" Jack ran off, accidentally trampling over Mr. Lancer.

"Sorry," Maddie apologised, hurrying in after her husband.

---

"So let me get this straight," Tucker said as the three friends walked down the streets of Boston, "You hit it with some new power, all that fur blew off it, and it became some ghost guy who's allergic to cats?"

"Pretty much," Danny was still holding the slashes that the panther-ghost had got on him, "Then he just vanished. Any idea why it was trying to get you?" he looked at Sam.

"Not a clue," she shrugged.

"You think this might have something to do with when you guys fought Frost and Volpe?"

"Maybe, but why would a ghost attack us over that? They were trying to kill ghosts!"

"What are you asking me for? I wasn't there," Tucker rubbed his head, "Man, my head just will not stop hurting! It's like I banged it on something!" Sam rolled her eyes.

"We really need to be on the lookout now," she said, "Dash and some other kids almost recognised you and Lancer called your parents in to investigate."

"Great, more good news," he opened the door to his house, where he found his dad had left the T.V. on.

"Bad news strikes Amity!" the reporter was shouting, "Casper High School was closed down today due to ghosts! The city is haunted! Flee for your lives!" he ran out screaming. The weatherman walked on camera.

"Uh...we'll be back as soon as we can either calm him down or get a replacement," the screaming could still be heard.

"And even more good news," he grimaced. The slash marks hurt whenever his torso moved even a bit.

"You'd better take care of that," Tucker yawned, throwing himself down on the couch, "I'll keep an eye on...the news for..." he was out again.

"He wasn't doing anything important with his dad last night," Sam muttered, "He was watching sci-fi movies!" Danny sighed.

"Could you help me out with..." she nodded. They went to the lab, where there was a first-aid kit.

---

"There was something weird about the ghost fighting that weird thing," Dash was tossing a football up in the air as he headed home with his jock gang, "I know I've seen him before!"

"Did you see his hair!?" one of them said, "He was a kid, but it was like an old guy's hair!"

"And the way it was styled," Paulina and some other popular girls were with them, "Disgusting! What kind of loser goes out in public like that!"

"I know that he goes to our school," Dash mumbled, tossing the football to Qwan, "I don't know who he is, and I don't know how I know that he goes to our school, but I know!"

"Maybe it's because he appeared in the hallway when that cat-thing was running around?" someone suggested.

"Whoever he is, he's gonna pay for wrecking that trophy!" Dash slammed his right fisted hand into his left palm, "Wait a minute...You!" he pointed at someone, "Didn't he get slashed in the chest by the cat-thing?"

"Yeah, think so. Why?"

"I know how to find him," Dash grinned smugly, "Find the kid with the cuts, we find the ghost."

"But how can he be a kid and a ghost at the same time?" Dash was about to answer, but didn't have one.

"Uh..." he rubbed the back of his head, not wanting to seem stupid, "I could tell you, but...wouldn't you rather beat it out of him?" the jocks cheered, and Dash breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey Paulina," one of the jocks shouted, "If we can't find him Dash's way, maybe you can find him!"

"How?"

"We can draw up a list of suspects, and you guys can date them and see if they'll crack!"

"No way!" she shouted, "There's no way I'm gonna date some creepy ghost loser!"

"I'll pay you twenty bucks and get you five tickets to that new Dumpty Humpty concert…"

"I'm in."

---

The Oval Office in the White House had been made over to look more old- fashioned since Butch Hartman had become president. It looked as much like a room from the 1950s as he could get it. President Hartman was now pouring himself and Conrad glasses of water, the former general sitting across from the President's chair at the desk.

"This whole thing must be red meat to Ken Bruce," Hartman handed Conrad his glass and sat down, "And I'm afraid that there's far more superstition in this government now thanks to this incident than you and I would like to admit."

Conrad nodded, "That security tape came right from our control room, and Bruce was the only one of use not to take shelter. Unless the ghosts wanted to commit suicide, Bruce is the one who took it, but I can't prove it. He says he's missing some old files of Frost's we locked up."

"Y'know anything about the ghosts that attacked you?"

"One of them showed up in Amity Park today. Got fought off by a ghost-child. We have some reports on him and he's mentioned in the files that got stolen. They were probably after him. Frost's files told us who he is, though I haven't revealed the information to anyone yet. But I don't think that's the reason you called me here, Mr. President, now is it?"

"No," Hartman sighed, "It's not. Gary, I don't think we can hold back extremists like Frost and Bruce for much longer. With this incident, public fear and superstition's taken over paranormal science. Problems like this one in Amity only add fuel to the fire. Politicians almost always move in favour of what they think the public want, and right now what the public wants is obvious. They want to be safe from ghosts. We can't always see things from the big picture. Why were certain people enslaved and persecuted? Why were certain people hunted down and massacred? Because they were different, and the large majority didn't understand them. This is even worse. Ghosts are the spirits of human beings, and you know that better than anyone. People can't see that. Ghost stories overrule fact. People like Frost and Bruce are gonna use this to their advantage."

"You think that we're going to have some state of emergency or war on ghosts, don't you?"

"Yes. I'll veto anything they throw at me, but they can just pass it over my veto. And Bruce is gonna try and get power in Paranormalics now. We need to fight him as long as we can, but the most important thing is that you stay in charge of that department," Conrad sighed, setting his glass down and nodding.

"I don't think I can for much longer, Mr. President," he said, "But I'm not leaving that office without the best fight I can give him."

---

Danny was sitting on his bed, trying not to yell. Sam was finishing tying the bandages around him, covering up the panther-ghost's slashes, and anytime the pressure on them changed, it hurt.

"That should do it," Sam said.

"Thanks," he said, slowly standing up and putting his shirt back on, "Now I just need to fake that I'm fine and I've got nothing to worry about."

"Danny!" he heard his mom shouting, "Danny? Mr. Lancer said you'd been hurt, so we came to check on you! Are you alright?" Danny sighed before calling back.

"Yeah, I'm fine! When the trophy case was shattered I got a pretty big cut! It's fine, we cleaned it up, nothing to worry about!"

"You sure?" it was his dad's voice now.

"Yes!"

"Well as long as you're alright...back to Casper High!" Danny heard the sound of the door being broken down…again.

"Jazz and Mom aren't gonna be too happy about that."

---

Dash had called an emergency meeting of every jock and popular girl in his grade to discuss the issue of the ghost that wrecked his trophy. Most of them gathered in the living room; two were upstairs, looking through the yearbook. Dash and company were awaiting the results. One of them came out.

"Well?" Dash asked.

"Seven suspects. William Fischer, Evan Vanderpool, Jason Parker, Joshua Miles, Eric Mayo, Michael Williamson, and Danny Fenton."

"Fenton..." Dash muttered, "I never gave him that beating I promised! I'll take care of him, and you guys can divide up the other dweebs."

"But since he's a ghost, couldn't the wounds heal immediately and not leave any kind of mark?" someone suggested.

"We've thought of that," Dash was tossing a football against the wall and catching it, "Paulina and the other guys can date the suspects and get them to crack!"

"No way!" one of them said, "Especially not that Fischer guy! He's pale, never talks, and likes things from the 1930s!"

"Get over it," Dash said, "You date him!"

"I'd rather get stuck with him than Jason Parker! That kid thinks he's soooooooo smart! He's a spoiled brat!"

"Then you get him. Paulina, you already went to a dance with Fenton, so you can get him!"

"Oh, no!" Paulina shouted, "I only did that because I thought I was stealing him from that Goth geek Manson!"

"Huh? Oh, you mean Fenton's girlfriend," Dash said, "Well, do it anyway! Maybe his girlfriend knows and the anger will get to her! And call up Valerie."

"Why? She's not popular anymore."

"She's startin' to like Foley and from what I hear, she has it in for ghosts. We need her. Someone else give the orders now, I'm takin' a shower," he headed upstairs.

---

Danny lay in bed, asleep. It was 10:00 at night. His breathing was heavy and sweat was coming down his face as the rain began to fall outside. In his nightmare, it was black with green fog. He saw himself as Danny Phantom. His first battle with Skulker, his fight with Vlad, Volpe strangling him and The Box Ghost flying around shouting "beware!" Then it changed. He was Danny Fenton. The accident in the lab, the school dance with Sam, the time Dash invited him to his party, and his and Sam's dance at Frost's Halloween party. The memories ceased, and the two sides of Danny appeared. Danny Phantom was flying towards them from the left; Danny Fenton from the right. They flew at each other, colliding. The two were struggling for supremacy over the space, falling downwards into the bottomless pit of black and fog. Both started screaming, still battling it out. All the times Dash had come after Fenton, all the times Lancer had come down on him…flashes of these events began to appear. Any time a ghost had gotten the better of Phantom…these events appeared as well, battling with Fenton's memories, just as the two bodies were doing. They hit the bottom, although you could never see that it was the bottom, shattering into shreds of glass. Danny woke up in a flash, gasping for breath and covered in sweat. As he slowly calmed down, he looked out the window. It was raining, but not as heavily as last night. He collapsed back into bed, still exhausted from his nightmare. He managed to fall asleep again. Outside on the street, Velkan sat on a glowing ghost horse, looking up at Danny's home as the first bolt of lightning of that night flashed across the sky. He turned the horse around and galloped down the street.