"End up like you? Help us?" Jazz stuttered. Sam couldn't believe her ears, and Tucker gaped openly. The only thing they could really do, was stare at the bright green eyes, that contrasted so hauntingly with her dark skin.

"How can you help us get him back?" Sam asked suddenly. A ghost appears out of nowhere, and wants to help them? She'd been around spirits for far to long to suddenly trust them.

"Why should we trust you?" Tucker joined the girls, pointing at the specter, who shook her head.

"I don't deserve it, I know," She sighed. "But I've gotten to know Danny in these last few weeks, and if you don't do something...well...he's already developing serious depression problems."

"He didn't look that depressed when we saw him," Sam glared at the girl. All of a sudden, all of the frustration and failure came to the surface, ready to attack any target that got in their way. She was about to ask another question, but the ghost beat her to the punch.

"He put on a face for you," she shook her head. "Currently, his favorite past time is sitting on his bed and staring out the window. He's not eating very much, and I've never seen anyone so utterly hopeless in my life...er...afterlife." She shook her head. "The only thing that he finds even remotely constructive is the training that he's being put through, and even that is being taken away." She looked up at the still skeptical trio. "He's half ghost, right now...I don't think you want that to be full ghost." Sam's eyes widened.

"He's that bad?" she asked in hushed tones. Alesha nodded.

"It will be very soon, and I don't know how much I can do to help him, so I decided to come to help you, so that you can." She looked at Jazz. "I can prove that your parents didn't really kick him out, and that you," she looked directly at Sam, "didn't have any control over what you 'said' either." She now had their complete attention.

"How?" They asked unanimously. Alesha smiled grimly.

"He doesn't know that he can't sense the presence of a ghost when they overshadow someone near him. As long as they're in a human body, they might as well be invisible to him."

"How do you know this?" Jazz asked slowly. Alesha tried not to cringe at the question, but they deserved answers, and she wasn't going to lie to them either.

"I was hired to follow him," she looked down. "Several months ago, my brother and I started doing so. In return, we were going to get memories of our life researched. Later, it turned to ectoplasmic materials that were difficult to come by, that we could use in the Ghost Zone."

"So you just noticed this around him?" Tucker asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Um..." she swallowed, "no. I was told...by Vlad Masters. You see," she said quickly, before they could interrupt, "the main reason that I can prove it, is that I was one of the ghosts that overshadowed your parents bodies," she turned to Sam. "And I'm also responsible for his interaction with you."