"I'll call Tucker and Sam," Danny said. "We need Tucker's PDA for research." Jazz nodded and handed him her cell phone.
20 minutes later, there was a knock at the back door, and Jazz opened it softly. They snuck down to the basement, and proceeded into the Ghost Zone.
"This was a great idea, Jazz," Sam nodded to the older girl, who drove the specter speeder with a white knuckled grip.
"Yeah," she replied nervously.
"Take a left here," Danny said. She nodded and turned where he said.
"Are you sure you know where to go?" she asked. Danny nodded hoping he looked and sounded more reassuring than he felt.
"Of course." She still didn't look convinced at his answer, but continued to follow his directions.
"Right here," he said finally, and Jazz pulled up in front of the door. Danny opened the side of the Specter Speeder like a mini-van sliding door. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door to the portal. After several minutes, the purple door cracked opene, and a blond girl with green skin peered out warily. She didn't look reassured at the sight of them.
"Danny..." she gulped.
"Er...Hey Clarice," he smiled.
"Um...I'm kind of entertaining..."
"Oh," Danny said, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable. "Right, I just...Is Allie home?"
"No," She said, nervously. "I'm watching her house for her..."
"Who is it?" a voice from inside the lair caused Clarice to jump.
"Uh oh..." she hissed. "You have to go, now!" Danny watched in shock as she slammed the door in his face.
"But..." he stared in shock as if seeing his hopes dashed before his eyes. "I need your help," he said to the closed door. It remained closed.
"Danny..." Sam started, but faded off when she noticed the red glow around his hands.
"Let's go, Jazz," he growled, his hands tightening into fists.
"But–" Tucker started, but stopped just as the door opened once again, to reveal a short, old man with a long beard.
"Ah, the halfa boy," he grinned . "Come in, come in. Tell me everything." Everyone in the specter speeder exchanged glances, including the once again blue-eyed Danny.
"Er..."he said to the retreating figure, "Who are you?"
"Uh, Danny," Clarice peaked around the door again, biting her lip. "Remember when I told you that not all ghosts are the spirits of the dead?" Danny looked around.
"No," he admitted.
"Well, they're not. They're also feelings and thoughts of those who have died, or about those who have died."
"Oh," Danny nodded, "Right. I remember now." Clarice nodded, but continued on behalf of his companions. "Well, feelings like love, happiness, hate and sadness all have their own personifications. This is knowledge. He showed up just before you did, but you can tell him basically anything, and he'll be able to help."
"Not always," the old man turned and shook a finger at her. "Don't go saying lies. It'll catch up to you." Clarice rolled her eyes and ushered Danny, Sam and Tucker into the room.
"I'll keep an eye on the car," Jazz said, still nervous about being in the ghost zone. Clarice nodded, and left the door wide open so she could listen in on the conversation as well.
"Well," Danny sighed, deciding to cut to the chase for once, "it all started when..."