Danny Panicked and immediately felt the floor beneath him give way...or more accurately, his intangibility power kicked in, and he literally fell through floorboards. He heard the floor above him creak slightly with his mother's new weight, and he heard her call distantly. He put a hand over his heart, despite the fact that it didn't really beat steadily or quickly like it did when he was in human form. His backpack still hung from his hand, half done-up, and he felt like he had just escaped...he pushed the thought from his mind and started to fly towards the wall. He felt a slight resistance from his backpack, as if it had hit something, and looked down, just in time to see the delicate, green and grey checked cube shatter on the floor.

"NO!" he almost yelled, remembering just in time to keep his voice down. Knowing that any action at this point was useless, he still dove at the floor, hoping beyond hope that he had been mistaken. However, shards and square disks of the broken instrument looked basically the same from a few inches as they did from near the ceiling.

"No...oh no..." he bit his lip, and looked down at his backpack. He almost panicked again when he heard loud footsteps on the stairs. "Ack! DAD!" He hissed to himself. He dove towards the outside wall, and phased through a few seconds before he heard his father enter the room yelling about a ghost. Danny floated just outside the window he'd jammed open a few weeks before. His parents couldn't seem to get around to fixing it, but he felt grateful at the moment as helistened to his mother bound into the room.

"Where's the gho—" Danny cringed, knowing she saw the shattered equipment.

"I'm so sorry, mom," he whispered.

"NOOOO!" Jack yelled suddenly, causing Danny to jump, and drop his backpack. It landed on the ground a few feet below as Jack went on. "We worked on this for weeks! Where is the ghost that did this?" Danny jumped again, reached down for his backpack and took off towards the school. The last thing he needed to have happen was his parents discovering him right about now.

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"Danny, you'd probably have to do something about it anyway," Sam was saying as they walked in the hall towards their first class. He'd related the morning's events to his two best friends, Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley as he trudged along. He looked over at the Goth girl.

"Well, yeah," he conceded, "but Dad said they'd been working on it for weeks." He sighed and looked down, "I mean, I shouldn't even have been there to break it."

"You could make it up to them," Tucker asked, looking up from the PDA he'd been tapping. "Then they don't need to know until you tell them your secret, and you don't feel bad."

"Wow, amazing!" Sam gasped.

"What?" Tucker and Danny asked in unison. The black-haired teenager grinned at her male company.

"You came up with a good idea, Tucker," She teased. Tucker just glared at her and began to tap on the PDA again. Danny couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"How do I make it up to them?" Danny asked. Tucker shrugged as they turned onto their home room hall.

"I don't know," he shrugged. "You could–" He cut off as the signal for home-room to begin blasted through the hall.

"We're late!" Sam gasped, and ran the few feet to the door, yanking open the door, with Tucker and Danny on her heels.