Mikephantom: When people hurt, for some reason, they think that a "revenge" take will be better. Kind of an "I hurt, so can you". He doesn't really care...he's just bein a teenager.

The Halfa Wannabe: Thank you for reading, and I'm glad you like it. Welcome. :D

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"Um...Alesha?" Danny looked around at the green foliage that covered the grounde below them, "how long have we been flying?"

"Almost half an hour," she said without looking at him.

"Oh...then...where are we going?" She giggled.

"You'll see! Are all humans so impatient?" Danny looked at her surprised.

"How many humans do you know?"

"Only you and Master Plasmius," she said, her voice dropping the mirth it had carried only a few seconds before.

"Oh," Danny fell silent, and they continued to fly north-east. Finally, a large body of water came into view.

"Lake Michigan," she grinned, "That's out destination."

"Why?" Danny asked. She turned and smiled at him again.

"You'll see!" Danny grinned back and they proceeded to fly over the lake. When the land behind Danny was barely visible at all, Alesha stopped and looked around. "Where is it?" She held up her hands, and they began to glow green. Almost instantly, a light several yards away began to glow as well.

"I'm always too far south," she sighed and flew towards the light. Danny followed, his curiosity peaked. When they reached the light, it looked like a little ball floating on the water below.

"What's this?" Danny asked.

"It's a natural porthole," Alesha said, lowering and reaching towards it.

"How do you find them?" he asked, amazed.

"Well, you have to be pretty close, but you can use your powers to search as well as attack and defend," she shrugged. "At least I can."

"Oh," Danny said. "How do you know where to find them?" She turned and faced him, her hands stopped glowing, and the eerie green light that illuminated her faded as well.

"They usually happen where a great amount of living things died at once, in horror. Often in the middle of large forest fires, but those are weak and usually don't last for very long. The more intelligent the life that dies, and the more emotional the manner in which they die determines on how strong the porthole is. When several people cross over at once, it leaves a residue, and that's often how ghosts get into and out of the real world." She looked questioningly at him. "You didn't know that? I thought your parents were ghost hunters."

"Er..." Danny blushed, "I never really listened to them when they went off on stuff like that." She shook her head, smiled, and turned away from him again. Her hands began to glow, and she reached towards it.

"You'd better touch it first, if you don't know how to find them," she said. Danny bit his lip, wary of ghosts from his previous encounters, but shrugged it off, and reached towards the light. He felt it as soon as he touched it, although he couldn't describe the object as "solid". Immediately, a bright flash overtook his vision, causing him bo blink and look away, and then, for quite a while, he couldn't see anything.