Danny reacted when she yelled, and launched himself at the ceiling. He hovered there, seething, while Spectra and Bertrand were sucked screaming into the thermos. Finally the light died down, and Sam just stood there withher eyes still closed.

"Oh, please, please let me have missed," she whispered, and opened her eyes. "AAAAA!" She yelped, glowing red eyes two inches from her face.

"You missed alright," Danny growled, still floating. Sam found the fact that his cape floated without any wind very unnerving. He leaned closer, his teeth clenched. "Why did you do that!" he yelled, Sam gasped and stepped backward. "I had them! I could have taken them!"

"Shhh," She said, worried someone would hear, "Danny I had to! I..." her gaze narrowed, "What did you mean by 'taking care of them permanently'?" Danny landed and leaned back, still glaring at her.

"What did it sound like?" he asked. Sam couldn't believe her ears.

"You were going to KILL them?"

"They're already dead," Danny growled. "So I couldn't kill them, but I could Obliterate them." Sam couldn't believe her ears.

"Danny, I don't know why you're so...weird all of a sudden! Just because you change your look..." she stopped and glanced at him. "Why did you change?" Danny hadn't taken his gaze off of her, and it made her skin crawl. She raised one hand to the other arm, and began rubbing unconciously, as if to disperse a cloud of cold.

"I didn't," he said finally.

"What?" she asked. She didn't know what she had been expecting, but this wasn't it. "What do you mean?" He rolled his eyes and jammed his thumb into his chest.

"I didn't change it," he swept his hand wide, throwing the cape into a billow behind him. "It just happened okay?"

"How could something like that just happen?" Sam wondered aloud.

"I don't know!" Danny's voice laterally screamed frustration and anger. "And who cares anyway?" Sam stayed silent for several seconds before answering carefully.

"I do. Danny you're my friend." Danny's eyes narrowed, and an uneasy silence fell over the room. Finally Danny cut through the tension.

"I'm outta here," he jumped into the air, hovering for a second.

"Wait!" Sam held out her hand. "What about school?"

"Why should I care about school?" he looked at her like she was an imbecile.

"Danny you can't just–"

"SAM!" he interrupted, getting very close to her face again, his eyes narrowed dangerously. "I am warning you now...DO NOT interfere again." With that, he dived through the floor, leaving his friend in a stupor. Jazz and Tucker came running by a few minutes later, and saw her through the open door.

"We came...as fast as...we could..." she gasped. "What's wrong...with Danny?" Sam felt tears come to her eyes. He'd been her best friend since kindergarten! One decision had thrown it all away in two seconds.

"I don't know," she whispered. All the time she'd spent trying to keep his secret, backing him up with Tucker...

"What?" Jazz and Tucker asked at the same time. "Where is he?" Jazz looked around."

"Gone," Sam muttered, even softer than before.

"Gone where?" Tucker stepped into the hall, also looking around. The warning bell rang, and when Sam didn't move, she started to worry.

"Sam?" she asked.

"I don't know where he's going," she said, her resolve hardening. Danny wouldn't do that to her...this was worse than she had first expected. "But he's our friend, and he needs our help." She turned, grabbing Jazz's arm, dragging the confused, older girl behind her. "Let's go!"

"Where?" Jazz asked as they went out the door.

"Downstairs," she answered, taking out the thermos, "what did you bring to help?" She asked. Jazz glanced at Tucker, who had followed them as Sam marched them quickly down the hall.

"Well, I don't know how it will help," she said, holding up a bag. Sam looked into it and smiled.

"It's perfect."