Chap 3 – Encountering Yourself
The strange couple led the three teens through a glowing blue door, rimmed with buttons. She pressed one and it slid open. "Step inside."
They stepped into the blue mist hesitantly, and the door slammed shut.
"Oh my god." Squealed Tucker
"We're trapped!" Sam yelled, about to cry.
""Ok natives," Said the man came the man's muffled voice from behind the door, "I'm going to type in the address, and then you'll be shipped off to your destination."
"Do you prefer one business hour or two?"
"The quickest way, please!" pleaded Danny, the fear rising through him as the mist got stronger and more suffocating. It was such a small room and there really was no way out.
"Ok, well, lovely to meet you! Goodbye!" and with a click of the button they were shot up through the ceiling and raced down a blinding white tunnel at about 200 mph. Sam and Tucker screamed, their arms flailing about uncontrollably. Danny turned into ghost mode and pulled them close. "Don't worry." He breathed.
A second later they fell to a concrete pathway with a thud. Groaning in pain, Danny found himself staring at his own eccentric looking house. It was exactly the way they had left it, and a rush of relief filled him.. "You guys ok?" Danny pulled a frazzled Sam to her feet as Tucker lay face down on the floor, "oh sure, you help your girlfriend up but not me."
"She's NOT my- oh just shut up"
Sam eyed the house curiously, "So do we just walk in….?"
"Of course not! Knock first!" reasoned Tucker, "It may be your house, but another you currently owns it."
"Hey Danny, what if we see you from the future?"
Danny gulped, unsure if he was prepared for this. Combing his fingers through his hair he sighed, "I-I guess we might, maybe we should phase through unseen."
Grabbing their hands they became transparent and floated through the brick walls and stepped onto carpeted floor. His house looked generally the same except for a few odd looking gadgets and instead of a lamp, the light glowed from the entire ceiling.
Voices could be heard from the hallway, and even though they were invisible they hid anyway. A young, handsome man with jet black hair and piercing blue eyes, walk through the door and they gaped. Dressed in a blue business suit and tightly knotted tie, a briefcase swung in his hand, a starbucks with a little umbrella in the other. He spoke in the same voice Danny heard on the phone, "Hi dad, I just got home from work."
"Danny! That's you!" hissed Tucker, but Danny barely heard as he kept his gaze fixed on the man.
"Oh hello Danny! I'm jack! You're father!" boomed a voice from the kitchen, the man only rolled his eyes and stepped inside. Quickly they followed, Sam could feel Danny's palms getting sweaty and clenched.
Seated at the kitchen table was Jack Fenton looking as large and burly as ever, with the same wide eyed stupid grin except his hair was completely gone and wrinkles were evident on the skin. "Did you eat?" Danny asked.
"Maddie's making me some sausages!"
Sadness fell over his face, "No dad, mom is dead."
Jack Fenton rolled his eyes, "oh sure son, the goldfish is dead…. Maddie's dead…. If you keep this up you're going to be grounded young man!"
"Dad, I'm not a young man, I'm 33! And the goldfish IS dead." He pointed to the floating yellow thing in the bowl of water, "that's why I brought my family here, to keep you company and make sure you're taking your pills."
"It's NOT dead!" he roared, shaking the bowl and then bursting into tears. Danny combed his fingers through his hair a sad weariness in his expression. He turned away, "I'm going to check on the kids."
"Kids?" hissed Sam. They followed him as Danny lingered behind and gazed at his dad sadly, combing through his jet black hair with the same worry.
"DADDY!" squealed a young voice. Danny floated into the living room to find the man embracing two young boys and a little girl with black hair and features like his own. Along with someone else he knew so well.
"Hey baby, glad you're home." A woman's voice came from behind. She was absolutely beautiful, with black hair flowing past her shoulders and violet eyes that glistened eagerly at the man. Smiling in a familiar way she beckoned him near.
Danny's face glowed, "Sam."
The teen's faces drained of color as he walked over and kissed her deeply, pulling her close, the kids leaped on top of them playfully. Sam looked like she could barely breath and Danny felt dizzy as he fell with a thud and everything went black.
