Though his eyes were shut, Danny could tell he had entered yet another world, for the light coming through his eyelids went from dark and sinister to that of an interior. The feeling of crashing into something heavy and plastic emerged somewhere near his head, and soon he was covered in some liquid and skidding across a carpeted floor. Finally, he felt himself flip over, his legs and rear crashing up against a wall.

"Now what?" Danny spat, sitting upright. He was in a very neat room. Well, mostly neat. The thing he had crashed into turned out to be a water jug, and the contents that hadn't drenched him were now soaking into the carpet. An empty reception desk was right next to the wall he had crashed into and several neat rows of chairs a few feet in front of him. Several health posters, pamphlets on psychology, psychiatry and the mind, and a few plaques and awards adorned the walls. It was the waiting room for a psychiatrist's office.

"Great," Danny muttered, "Now I'm in the land of the shrinks," he got to his feet and began looking around. All of the awards and plaques had the name of the recipient smeared out. He tried making words out of the marks or melted brass, but it was impossible to tell who had been awarded. The awards were mainly for doctoring and surgery, but there were a few from Harvard University. The place was neat, clean, and as normal as a psychiatrist's waiting room possibly could. Jazz would have considered the place the ultimate utopia on Earth.

Staring at plaques on a wall tends to get dull quick, and Danny was soon walking through a wooden door at the far side of the room. A hallway with green carpet and dark wood panelling lay before him, with four doors on each side. On the walls between each door were more awards, but these ones had both the name of the recipient and whoever had given the award rubbed out. The lighting came from two bulbs in the ceiling; not too bright and not too dim. Danny turned to the door nearest to him on his right and phased his head inside. The room look like a surgeon's room, with tools of a surgeon on a table by a bed and odd lighting fixtures, tubes, and tools hanging from the ceiling, the lights way too bright. Danny now had an uneasy feeling about this place.

"Paging Dr. Frankenstein," he said in a sarcastic tone that resembled the lady who usually did school announcements, "your new tools are in," he quickly pulled his head out and continued down the hall.

He decided to look in another door; the fourth one on the right. This time he opened the door with his hand and walked all the way in. This room was white with a wooden floor. It was almost completely empty, save for one object, but this one object seemed to take up eveything. It was a titanium safe, with three huge chains wrapped around it, three big locks clamped around through the chain links in various places, and two tags that read "TOP SECRET!" and "DO NOT TOUCH/OPEN/ANYTHING RELATED TO THOSE TWO!" tied to the outermost chain.

"OK…" Danny was starting to feel creeped out, and after what happened in that castle, he wasn't about to touch that safe. But, without making so much as another inching of his foot, a familiar bat-like screeched filled the room, and green and black came shooting down through the ceiling. Soon, a circle of purple flames with a reddish-green glow surrounded the safe, casting a red glow on the walls. The flames spiraled upward, seeming to leap over the safe to form a definate shape. The shape of a jet-black, flamelike ghost woman with blazing red eyes and a nasty grin.

"Spectra?" Danny jumped back. No…it couldn't be!

"Danny!" his old foe hissed in a mock-friendly tone, "How nice to see you again! Enjoying being Public Ghost Enemy #1?" Danny felt his teeth grinding against each other. He threw a ball of energy at his old enemy, but she just flew out of the way. She pulled her hand back and let loose a wave of flame as she threw it forward again, knocking Danny out into the hallway, through the fourth door on the left, and into another room. This room looked like a mini Fenton lab, with a few small Fenton inventions lying on tables. Spectra, flying in after him, grabbed the Portable Fenton Ghost Peeler and aimed it right at his head. He just barely managed to roll to the side in time, and the hole in the floor that the blast left ended just centimeters away from his head.

"I hope that's the high setting," Danny muttered; if it wasn't, he didn't want to see the high setting. Turning his attention back to the fight, he flipped backwards, landing at the far corner of the room. For some reason, this just seemed to make Spectra happy. She sent out another wave of flame, but this one jumped off to the right. It hit a large red button on the wall, and a humming noise started overhead. Danny looked up. He was standing under the spirit sparklers from when Spectra first attacked. He jumped up just before they fired. But as soon as he was airborne, he had to start dodging blasts from the Ghost Peeler again. Spectra wasn't showing any mercy today. Not that she had ever shown mercy before, but she was really going all out today.

Danny could hear the edges of the material on his suit singing; that last blast came too close. He spent too much time examining his wound, however, to notice Spectra flying right at him. She wrapped her cold, icy fingers around his throat and slammed him up against the wall. At her touch, vague but painful images began to run through his mind. Running through the forest, an army of mutant ghost-beasts after him…possesed teachers and classmates holding the Fenton thermos to his head…Sam and Dash…and soon he found that the colour had drained from his face and his body rigid, all the life getting sucked out of him. All of his worst fears and memories were coming up to the surface.

"Not this time…" Danny muttered. He wasn't letting Spectra pull her tricks again. Two aural blasts shot across his body, knocking his foe back. It also shot the Ghost Peeler out of her hand and into his reach. On impulse, he grabbed it and hit the larger of the two triggers. A huge wave of green and white shot out, reaching their target in an instant. Spectra was consumed in a blast so great that Danny was thrown back against the wall before he could raise his hands up to shield his eyes. He could feel the entire room shaking and echoing for a few seconds before everything re-settled. Spectra was gone. Charred streaks ran on the floor and walls in a circular pattern, green ecto-smoke rising up from them. Unlike with the girl before, Danny felt no guilt or worry for whatever had happened to Spectra.

The sound of an iron chuch bell striking the hour came from out of nowhere, rushing into both of Danny's ears and filling his mind. A giant black bat with a green ghostly glow and lavendar eyes shot out of the floor from where Spectra had hovered just moments ago. With a horrible screech, it charged right into Danny, grabbing him with some kind of unseen force and dragging him along, almost by his uniform rather than his person. Soon they found themselves in the same spinning vortext that had taken Danny to the woods to begin with. Here the bat released him, almost tossing him into the blackness around them. Danny immediately began falling, his body spiralling out of control and any attempts to fly only quickening his descent. But the blackness was beginning to fade. An evening sky was coming through. Within a few moments, it was an evening sky. He was falling over Amity Park Park, towards the pained, tense, and unconsious form of Danny Fenton. And within moments, Danny Phantom plunged back into his alter ego, the human form shooting up with a yelp.