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"So, let me get this strait," Mattie asked a seated Sam and Tucker. "You didn't move our Fenton Trapper there (which is entirely believable because it takes both me and Jack to move it), but Tucker was walking by it, tripped and fell on the button, knocking your project into the Ghost Zone on accident, and activating the force field."

"Right," Sam nodded.

"I tripped?" Tucker asked, hurt.

"Tucker," Sam hissed out of the side of her mouth.

"Well, it's a good thing you didn't get knocked in there yourself!" Jack said enthusiastically holding up what looked like a rocket pack. "You'd be floating aimlessly. You'd have to have the Fenton Rocket Pack to get around in there!"

"Oh, right," Sam nodded.

"Jack," Mattie sighed, "put it away." She watched him as he trudged over to one of the many cupboards on the wall. Neither of them noticed the Ghost Zone door opening, or the figure now floating through it, holding her hand back with a look of horror on her face. "No, not there," she said, "Second cupboard on the right. Hang it up, Jack Fenton. A clean lab is the sign of true geniuses." She turned to see Jazz standing and staring at the porthole.

"Oh, hi Jazz," she smiled and walked up to her. "When did you get down here?"

"Um...just a second ago. I wanted to see if our guests wanted some refreshments," she looked hard at Tucker and Sam.

"Sure!" They said unanimously, and headed upstairs.

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"What is this?" Clarice asked, knocking on the invisible shield.

"It's a force field," Danny said, hanging his head in frustration and depression. Now he was trapped in here for who knew how long. "It'll keep all Ghosts away."

"Really?" Clarice regarded the force field with her chin in her hand. "Good." Danny looked up.

"Good? Why?"

"Well," Clarice knocked on the barrier again, "to tell the truth, you're the first Ghost I've ever met that's come back from the Real World with any sort of sanity." Danny stared at her.

"Really?" He asked. It was her turn to glance questioningly at him.
"Yeah. It only makes sense, doesn't it?" She asked. Danny shrugged. "You're even newer at this than I am, aren't you?" Danny looked down, and nodded.

"Well, you know what we are, right?" again Danny shrugged. His dad had a lot of theories, but he had rarely listened.

"Thoughts, feelings and memories of or about people who have passed on," she began. "Those strong feelings don't ever dissipate, they kind of attract similar emotions and thoughts...and form entities. That's why we can phase through things in the real world, and that's why the real world is such a tempting place for us." She looked at Danny, who was now staring at her, half believing, and half disbelieving. She decided to continue, despite his look.

"When a being, born completely of thought and feeling goes to a place that is specifically designed to stimulate those very things, it causes an overload. Most ghosts go mad there, very quickly."

"That actually makes sense," Danny said, staring into space thoughtfully.

"Yeah, my friend just got back from the real world, and it took me hours to calm her down. She was still yelling in frustration when I left to talk to you guys. Apparently someone hit on her soft spot, and she was doing just fine until-"

"Wait," Danny held up a hand, "Soft spot?" She leaned really close to him. "You like to do that, don't you?" he asked, leaning away.

"I didn't think you were that new. A soft spot is the one subject you want to steer clear of when it comes to ghosts. It's different to every ghost, and every ghost develops one eventually. It's the one aspect that, when hit on, the very thought of it can turn any ghost, good or bad, into a maliciously intended poltergeist." Danny continued to stare at her. He had never heard anything about this in his entire experience with Ghosts. Apparently both he and his parents still had a lot to learn.

"How do you know what your soft spot is?" he asked cautiously.

"Well, usually, you don't until someone says something about it...and the next thing you know they're wishing they'd never met you." She shuttered. "Can we get off the subject. It brings up bad memories."

"Oh, sure." Danny said, looking back at the porthole.

"You're sinking," Clarice said after a few moments.

"What?" Danny looked back at her, and found that she was indeed floating several inches above him. "Oh, right..."
"Does it take long to change?" she asked. He shook his head.

"Goin' Ghost," he decided not to yell it and attract attention, but he said it out of habit anyway. The ring appeared around his waist, and he went through his usually transformation.

"THAT WAS SO COOL!" Clarice said, once again suddenly in his face.

"Would you please not do that?" he asked. She didn't acknowledge she'd heard him, except she did back away. "Um," Danny continued, "I've got to get back there...but I have no idea how long it will take for them to get this wall down."

"I know someone who could find a natural porthole." Clarice said suddenly.

"Natural porthole? There are natural portholes?"

"Oh yeah," she waved her hand, "but they're very difficult to find, and a lot more conditions need to be met...I don't know the details, but like I said...I know someone who does."

"Could you take me there?" Danny asked, not wanting to get his hopes up.

"Oh, sure. I'm sure she's calmed down by now." Danny glanced back at her.

"Calmed down?"

"Yeah, she's that friend I was telling you about earlier."

"um..." Danny began, but she cut him off with a wave of her hand.

"Don't worry, she's a great person." The ghost girl turned around and began to fly away from the porthole. "Follow me."

"Why do I have a bad feeling about this?" Danny asked himself.

"Coming?" Clarice called.

"Yeah," Danny answered, and flew after her.