"Oh," Danny groaned as consciousness floated unmercifully back to him. He felt like someone had taken sledgehammers to his head and left him…Where was he? Slowly he opened his eyes andwilled his painfully bright and fuzzy surroundings clarify. When they did, he closed them quickly, and brought up his hand to rub his eye. Why was he laying on the back seat of Jazz's car? He looked up again, and saw that he was trapped in a green net. He could move and sit up, but not much more, and the rope that tied the net together at the end above his head had been slammed in the door.

"What's going on?" he said, panic beginning to rise in him. Then he saw the note taped to the back of the seat in front of him.

Dear Danny,
Something went very wrong and you need to rest, so please don't try and get out of the net. We'll come back at lunch, and you can tell us exactly why you went psycho. Sorry we couldn't stay, but Jazz got you excused from school.

Sam, Tucker, Jazz

P.S. The net is ghost proof

Danny couldn't help but stare at the note. Psycho? Jazz got him excused from school? None of this made sense…and why did he feel like he was waking up from some sort of hazy dream he'd slept through all morning…something to do with being a ghost…He shook his head. It was al so fuzzy. And the last question he had was now surrounding him. How did Jazz get ahold of a ghost net betweenthis morningand…he looked at his watch, 10:37? Well, at least they'd be out for lunch and he'd find out what exactly was going on, and why his friends decided to hold him captive in the back of his sister's car.

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"I just hope Danny is happy," Jazz growled to Sam as they left the building. "My friends wanted to buy me lunch, but today was my turn to drive." She shook her head.

"Where is Tucker?" Sam glanced at her watch as they approached Jazz's car, others around them doing the same, going off campus for lunch.

"I don't know," Jazz said, "but let's just hurry and get this over with." Sam nodded and opened the back door. Danny didn't even look up. Jazz opened the door on the other side, so they had the half-ghost between them.

"Danny?" Sam asked. Danny remained silent for a few more seconds, staring at the note they'd left him.

"Did I really…go psycho?" he asked. Jazz and Sam exchanged glances.

"You don't remember?" Jazz asked. Danny shook his head.

"It's all a blur…the whole morning. At least I think it's this morning." He looked at both girls. "What happened?"

"Well…er…" Sam started, but Jazz cut in.

"You fought some ghosts, do you remember that?" Danny closed his eyes, concentrating.

"Only barely," he looked over at Sam. "Who?"

"Spectra and Bertrand." Danny looked down, concentrating again.

"I remember shooting a blast at someone…in a hall…"

"Dash," Sam nodded. Danny looked up, shocked.

"You mean, I blasted Dash?" Sam and Jazz looked at each other again, sympathy and confusion reflected in both.

"Yeah, he went home, but was only shaken up," Jazz slid into the seat next to Danny. Danny looked horrified.

"Wait…" he suddenly looked up, "I remember…Yeah, Spectra…in her ghost form, not the human disguise…" he put his fists on his head, as if that would help him remember better. "And Bertrand…I moved, and he hit Spectra instead. They were in a heap on the floor, and Spectra looked up and I…" Danny slowly lowered his hands, "I…I…" he continued to stutter. His face had gone several shades paler, and his eyes were staring in shock and horror.

"What?" Sam and Jazz asked at the same time.

"I…I liked what I saw…" he said. "She was scared…and I was…" he faded off, unable to finish. He shook his head and dropped his face into his hands. "What have I become?" Jazz put her arm around Danny, he didn't react, and Sam began pacing outside of the car.

"Danny, there has to be an explanation," He nodded half heartedly. "Besides, I…" she looked at him again, and walked closer carefully. "Um, Danny…you said that you didn't change you're ghost form look." He turned his head questioningly.

"Huh? Change my look? Why would I do that?"

"I don't know," Sam said, "but you had those wrist gloves on." Danny looked at his hands.

"I did? But they should have disappeared like everything else does when I transform," he looked up again. "Do you think they have something to do with it?"

"I don't know?" Sam shrugged.

"Just in case, though," Jazz said, "Why don't you take them off." Danny nodded.

"Right."

"Why didn't you take them off this morning?" Jazz asked.

"My ghost sense," he pulled at the glove, "went off before I could…" he tugged again. "Hey," he yanked. "OW!" he yelped.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked, leaning into the car.

"They're stuck," he looked up, "They won't come off!"