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Timmy was out of breath. He had been running around for about fifteen minutes or so throughout Fairy World trying to find anyone who would be willing to help in the imminent battle, but not one fairy had volunteered. Even with his new super speed, he was starting to get tired and he knew that he had to save his energy for later.
"Man, you would think he's really desperate to find help in this battle between the dead and the living," Cosmo mused.
"Yeah, go figure," Wanda retorted as she rolled her eyes. "Come on, Cosmo; we have to help him recruit before it's too late! I also hope Danny and the others are okay."
"Yeah yeah. I'm right behind you," Cosmo muttered.
"Well I think it would be best to get Jorgen involved. We have to find where Timmy went and get him to talk to him. Jorgen's the only one who can really get all the fairies' attention."
"You mean even more than a three-headed hydra?" Cosmo said eagerly preparing his wand.
"NO YOU IDIOT!" Wanda exclaimed and grabbed his wand before he could make the vicious monster magically poof into existence to wreak havoc. Luckily, Timmy returned at that very moment.
"Oh Timmy! There you are!" Cosmo and Wanda said together.
"You guys, this is pointless. No one is listening to me long enough to hear what I have to say. Those that did hear what I said either didn't believe me or said they had other things to do and couldn't be bothered," the boy panted, out of breath.
"Well then let's go talk to Jorgen, provided he woke up." Wanda said and poofed them all to the Tooth Fairy's gleaming white palace.
"Hey, I thought we were looking for Jorgen," Timmy said.
"Well after he married the Tooth Fairy, he moved in with her," Wanda said.
"WHY!" Cosmo cried, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. Wanda hit him in the head and he regained his composure with a sniff.
"Makes sense," Timmy said as he rung the bell, which sounded a lot like the tinkle of loose change being shaken around within a pocket or purse. "After all, who wouldn't want to live in a giant castle made of teeth?"
"I would, but you don't see me complaining," an annoying voice answered from behind them. Wanda gasped and Cosmo turned around happily.
"Momma!" he cried to the snooty fairy who had just appeared behind them.
"Oh great," Wanda answered and covered her face with her hands. I can only imagine how she plans to kill me this time."
"I see you came back to mommy, Cosmo lo lo honey!" she cried as she hugged her son who smiled stupidly as usual and started to suck his thumb.
"You again?" Timmy whined, while Momma Cosma just smiled innocently.
"We are on urgent business to try to save the world from total destruction. You can hate me whenever else you want, but please do not get in our way this time." Wanda begged.
Momma Cosma turned. "And you are?" she sneered at her son's wife that she hated for taking him away from her.
"Listen, there is a massive army of ghosts preparing to attack the world. We have to stop them!" Timmy exclaimed.
"Ah, if such an army destroys all living life on the planet, then my Cosmo will be out of a job, since he won't have any more godchildren to look after and he can come home with me."
"That's it!" Wanda cried as her face became bright red and she prepared to lunge at the older fairy when the door opened. A fairy dressed in a butler's uniform answered the white-enameled door just as both Wanda and Momma Cosma had gotten their hands around each others' throats. They all froze and floated away from each other, ashamed of their own behavior.
"Can I uh… help you?" The butler asked the group slowly, after surveying them all. "The Tooth Fairy isn't in right now."
"The Tooth Faaaiirry," Cosmo said dreamily. Wanda glared angrily again.
"Well," Momma Cosma said happily after seeing Wanda so upset. "I'll leave the happy couple for now," she chuckled and disappeared in a poof.
"Uh yes!" Timmy said after a short but awkward silence. "We need to speak with Jorgen immediately! The future of the world is at stake!"
"Well he just woke up, but if you put it that way," he replied. "I'll go get him right away." He floated off and soon returned followed by the looming hulk of a fairy.
"Timmy Turner! What do you want now?" he boomed as he rubbed his eyes. "Man, I had the strangest dream about ghosts- but that doesn't matter. Why are you here?"
"Uh- it wasn't a dream, exactly." Timmy said quietly. Jorgen's eyes perked up.
"We have information that states that a huge army of ghosts is planning on engaging in battle with the world of the living," Wanda continued.
"So, that ghost child was real? I assume this has to do with him?" Jorgen asked.
"Well, yes. The other ghost that was there before while you were here was evil." Wanda answered, leaving out the part about Danny and the sleeping gas.
"Why should I care?"
"Because if all the people on Earth are killed, there will be no god children for us," Cosmo said. "And loosing them and everyone else would be horrible, sad, and unnecessary."
"Plus," Wanda continued, "since you train us fairy godparents, we all would be out of jobs."
"Could you help us convince all the fairies to get involved?"
"I suppose, but I still don't know. I just got married and am happy. I don't want anything to happen to me or my wife."
"You can scramble the fairies," Timmy said and winked.
"Oooh! I love scrambling the fairies! You got yourself a deal!" Jorgen said happily. "I'll even talk to the pixies for you."
"Thanks!" They all said together and poofed back to earth.
Jorgen pulled out an enormous bull-horn and after the others had left, and shouted in a voice that would have crumbled mountains, "NOW LISTEN UP EVERYONE! MY ENORMOUS MUSCLES AND I HAVE SOMETHING IMPORTANT TO TELL YOU AND YOU WILL LISTEN!"
Jazz ran to catch up with the others. She had stayed behind to recharge her Fenton Peeler, but now it was good to go. She slipped it into her purse and ran outside, without even closing the door behind her to start her car. She turned the key frantically, but it didn't start. She turned the key again, the engine stuttered, but stopped. She tried a third time and the engine didn't even turn this time.
"Shoot! Just my luck. It hasn't broken down at all, but now it chooses be a pain!" she said and opened the door and undid her seatbelt. "I'll probably get there faster if I just ran."
She slammed the door and locked it behind her out of habit, and started to run down the street in the direction of the Nasty Burger. Luckily, everything was reasonably nearby in this city. She turned a corner and saw a large man outside Dash Baxter's house, who looked at her and called her name.
"Excuse me, miss? I see you are in a hurry, but are you Jasmine Fenton, by any chance?" the man asked.
Jazz froze. "Um, may I ask who you are?" she said, being careful to keep her distance.
"I'm Ray Nitchky from the Greenbay Packers, and I am going to be giving out one of the annual all-state academic scholarships for high school juniors this year. I am sure you must know you are a recipient."
Jazz stood dumbfounded. "Well yes. I did get the letter a month or so ago. But I really have to go- "
"I just thought I'd congratulate you now. I was given your picture and student information because I am supposed to talk about your achievements at the awards ceremony next week, since school has let out. I figured you must be her since you look just like the picture."
"Well I am very flattered, Mr. Nitchky, and I am glad you will be presenting the award." She shook his hand. "Now I am sorry, but I really do have to uh, go to um, tutor some kid and then volunteer for something in the community. Bye!"
"Hey Jazz!" Dash said as he came out of the house followed by Vicky.
"Hey Dash," she replied as she turned to go.
"Well you sound busy. Take it easy then and good luck with everything!"
"Thank you, and I'll see you there, Mr. Nitchky," Jazz replied as she ran off at full speed.
"She's such a well-rounded person," Ray said to himself and went back inside.
"Well this isn't good," Sam said in her normal dreary attitude as she opened her eyes and looked around at her new surroundings, which was difficult to do due to the darkness.
"I don't believe I know where we are," Tucker said. Looking around, they both saw that they were in a type of cell with iron bars in a dark and dingy basement. The only light shone in through a small window at the top of the ceiling at the end of the hallway outside of the cell. They both shivered; it was cold in there too.
"This is kind of like a medieval dungeon, from what I can make out," Sam mused, touching the cold, damp stone walls and feeling some soft moss that was growing in the spaces between the bricks where the mortar was starting to slowly rot away. She felt some old rusty metal shackles that were attached to the wall by a chain, and she backed away and made her way over to where Tucker was standing. She realized he was trying to bend the bars with his bare hands to no avail. "Did you really think that would work?" she asked sarcastically.
"No, but it was worth a try."
"How did we even get here? I don't remember a thing," Sam thought aloud as she pulled a hair pin from her hair and reached through bars, grabbed the lock and started to try to pick it by feel in the darkness and obscurity of the place.
"That won't work, dear," a voice said, "and that hair pin trick only works in the movies.
"Walker!" The two teens said, looking for the source of the voice.
"That's right," the warden replied and appeared before them. His bright ghostly aura illuminated the room, causing shadows to dance across the walls. "As to your question, you walked yourselves down here because you were possessed by my henchmen."
"Wonderful," Sam said sullenly.
"That's not fair!" Tucker said.
"Life's not fair, and neither is death- for some," the warden replied. "Ha ha ha."
"But if we are in the ghost zone, shouldn't we be able to walk right out of here?" Sam asked Tucker quietly.
"I heard that little missy, and you are not in the ghost zone. You are still in the human world, and you aren't going anywhere."
"What happened to Danny?" Tucker asked Walker.
"Oh, he'll be very careful from now on, knowing that his enemy has you two right where he wants you."
"You mean Danny is being threatened by Vlad, I assume?" Sam asked.
"My, aren't you a clever one." Walker answered, tilting his hat in mock respect.
"And Danny will do whatever he is told since he doesn't want anything to happen to us," she continued.
"That's the plan, miss."
"You're monsters! All of you!" Tucker said.
"Maybe so, but there is nothing you or your friend Daniel can do about it. Just chill down here for a while. Ta ta for now." The evil ghost warden disappeared in a flash and the room became dark once again.
"Well at least we are okay for now," Tucker said.
"Yeah, but I hope Danny is. How long is this supposed to last?"
YES! They left the door open, Valerie Gray thought excitedly to herself as she poked her head through the Fentons' front door and looked to the left and the right, confirming her suspicions that no one was there. She crept slowly into the house; she had never been here before. She closed the door closed behind her, but as soon as she did, the little orange cylinder popped out on the inside portion of the door this time and the bright orange light flashed in her face, scanning her biological makeup.
"You are not a ghost. Have a nice day." It said in a happy, computerized voice then folded itself back away into the door.
"Well that's a good thing," Valerie said after the initial shock had worn off. She continued on into the house.
"Now what was it that Tucker said? The Fenton's are ghost hunters and they keep their equipment in the basement. Yeah, that was it. I guess I'll check downstairs first."
Valerie quietly made her way down the stairs, making sure there weren't any motion detectors or sensors on the way down. Luckily for her, no alarms went off.
You'd think they were so smart they might install some alarms, she thought to herself, then froze, her jaw dropped and her tongue started to hang onto her chin. She shook her head in disbelief at all the amazing ghost gear. "This is a dream come true!" she said to herself. "Now, I just have to restock on some of my weapons, since that Skulker dude stole them from me and used them as bait for his hunting traps in that horrible ghost realm. I never did get them back. Wait- Ghost Zone I think is what that ghost kid called it. Ugh- to think I teamed up with him. Me and a ghost! He did seem kind of nice however. I bet it was some kind of trick though."
She wandered around and noticed a set of Fenton Thermoses. "Hey, I have one of these," she said. Maybe the Fenton's work with that Vlad guy on his inventions. Anyway, I'll take one of these, and one of those, and one of these things- I'll figure out what it does later. She continued on throughout the basement, gathering various types of ecto guns, and putting them into her school bag until no more fit. She turned to leave and noticed the closed and quiet ghost portal along the wall. That's one fancy door, she thought and headed back upstairs and out of the house without even wondering where it led to.
As she walked down the street, she grasped her bag happily. "I'll get you ghosts, if it's the last thing I do!" she said angrily.
"Excuse me, but did you say ghosts?" a female news reporter asked the girl.
"Um, yes I did," Valerie answered, hesitatingly. "Who are you?"
"I'm Harriet Chin, the reporter for the um, oh never mind. I am doing a story on ghosts and I am wondering if you could give me any good leads?" The woman smiled and leaned forward anxiously with a mini tape recorder and note pad at the ready.
"Aren't you the traffic reporter?"
"Well I WON"T BE FOR LONG!"
"Riiiight. Well you want to know about ghosts, huh?" Valerie asked and raised an eyebrow. "Well they ruined my life when they destroyed my father's state of the art security system that he built and he got fired for it. We lost everything, and I even had to sell some concert tickets that I had to help pay for the moving van when we moved to our small apartment. Things are extremely tight now, and I swear I will get my revenge!"
"Well, that's… terrible!" Harriet said, her hand feverishly scribbling down notes on her pad. "Just what do you plan to do to reap your revenge?"
"Hunt them all down- especially that ghost boy that everyone seems to call 'Inviso-Bill.' I don't think that's his real name, though."
"So you're a ghost hunter?"
"You can say that, but don't tell anyone."
"Honey, I'm a reporter. Can I get your name?"
Valerie looked angrily at Ms. Chin. Some reporters would say anything just to boost their own careers- even if it was at the expense of others. "Jane Doe," she answered.
"Okay, well how do you detect the ghosts?"
"I have a um, sponsor, that helps me out with that," she answered, then walked away, leaving a somewhat upset Harriet in her wake. True, she had gotten some leads, but she would have liked to have learned who this 'sponsor' was.
"Now Daniel, let's talk," Vlad said in a rather kindly yet dangerous tone.
"Only if you tell Walker to let my friends go." Danny replied.
"My dear boy, you are hardly in a position to be making bargains. Your devotion to keeping your little friends safe is what will drive you to do everything I say," he chuckled. Danny glared, his eyes momentarily glowing green before they returned to normal a split second later. "Now don't do that whole 'angry eyes' thing again. Didn't you learn last time?"
Danny stared angrily, then slumped in his chair and exhaled loudly, "What do you want, Vlad?" Danny asked, defeated.
"A couple of things. As I know you know, I want you to renounce your father and become my own son and evil apprentice."
"And as I know you know, I will say no."
"But your friends may meet an untimely end if you do not comply."
Danny looked at him again angrily. "How can you do this? I would never renounce anyone in my family- I love all of them- even my sister. Didn't you have parents that loved you too? What if we switched places and you were me? What would you do if I told you I wanted to marry your mother and kill your father?"
Vlad's eyes looked as if they would bulge from his head, then he smiled. "You are wise beyond your years son, but your efforts to deter me are futile. As for your little reverse psychology attempt, I never knew my real parents and my adoptive ones never got along with each other, let alone me. I didn't have much of a childhood. When I met your mother in college, she was the only thing that truly made me happy, while Jack was merely the comic relief of our little trio. Good for a laugh, but hardly anything else. In fact, the three of us remind me a lot of you and your two friends; the smart one, the one obsessed with gadgets, and the lonely average, geeky kid."
Danny eyes widened. He had never thought of that. Was Vlad comparing himself with Danny directly? Vlad continued on.
"I wonder who Miss Manson may end up with in the future. Your friend Tucker, maybe you, or perhaps someone else altogether."
Enraged, Danny raised his voice, but blushed slightly. "How dare you even talk about that! She'll make her own decision if she ever wants to do the whole relationship thing."
"You're right. Maybe that was stepping over the line. Anyway, I guess I went off on a tangent. I apologize."
"You'd better."
"Ooh, I am sooo scared. Anyway, onto more business. Your little comment before about how I obtained my fortune isn't entirely incorrect, but would you like to really know how it all started?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Not really. When I was in college, I was a science major, as were your parents. At nights I interned at one of the laboratories run by the school. I learned quite a lot there from the professors; I learned stuff that even now helps me with my experiments on ghosts and ectoplasm. However, they did a lot of genetic engineering and disease control stuff there."
Danny was actually somewhat interested in the story, and listened a little closer.
"I knew that kind of stuff would be the wave of the future. At the time, that kind of gene-splicing technology was brand new, and they kept it somewhat of secret. They even had a security guard on patrol with a trained watchdog to make sure no one was trying to steal anything."
"It must have been something."
"Yes it was. I knew it would be big someday, and decided to invest in it. After the accident that ruined my life, I spent quite a long time in the hospital, thinking. I figured that perhaps if I made a lot of money, Maddie might choose to be with me forever. Now I know that she isn't that type of person, but I was young naïve back then. Well, as I predicted, the stocks of the company that our college's lab did its research for skyrocketed, and I did make a great deal of money. I decided to buy out the company, which was called Axion, and I decided to keep the old name."
"Axion?"
"Yes. Axion did so well that the government became interested in it and eventually asked to buy it out. I figured what the heck, and they paid hundreds of millions for it. There are now several Axion facilities that have been built. One is in Wisconsin, one is in California, and one is here, in Amity Park. They must be doing exceptionally well. I really don't know what they have done to the place, or what they are doing now, but I know they have made it so top secret that they even used to have so many guard dogs you could hear them barking for miles. Not that I really care now."
"Guard dogs. No kidding, heh heh," Danny said nervously. Cherie and Franz looked up, trying to make out as much as possible of their conversation.
"Not that it would be difficult for me to find out what they are up to these days, but my attention has been elsewhere the last twenty or so years. However, right before the accident, one of my pals from work, Damon, decided to continue on his family's business of creating and installing security systems. He had been an engineering major and quite the whiz at creating electrical systems. He was a lab technician at the time I knew him and installed all the new instruments and equipment in the lab. I was quite friendly with him, and when I owned Axion, I offered him the job of being my chief of security. He was more than happy."
"Whoa whoa- was his name Damon Gray?"
"Why yes," Vlad said rather slowly and smiled evilly, as if he was keeping a delightfully malicious secret, but continued. "Damon installed very good security systems, but when I sold the company to the government, they added those loud, smelly guard dogs in addition to the security systems that he maintained. I don't know why they were so worried about people stealing their research or whatever they were developing in there, but it makes no difference to me now."
Danny took a moment to process what he had just been told. A thought then hit him. Damon's daughter Valerie had devoted her life to hunting ghosts, and although a bit of a novice, had become a skilled, hard-core hunter, almost up to par with the abilities of his own parents and maybe even Skulker, within a reasonably short amount of time. He knew they now were dirt poor, but she had an impressive arsenal of ghost hunting equipment. How did she get the money for all that stuff? Was there possibly a connection between her hunting and Vlad? He blinked twice when he noticed Vlad staring at him as he had seemed to zone out for a second, and once more focused his attention back on his adversary.
"Is everything alright?"
"Uh, yeah- please continue."
Vlad raised an eyebrow. "I see my story has caught your attention and may even interest you to a degree. Very well, I'll continue. I lost contact with Damon once I sold the company. He got married and had a daughter sometime after that, and we both went our separate ways. I was surprised to read in the paper fairly recently that there was an unexplained intrusion in the facility here, and that he lost his job. I came and did some invisible spying and learned the daughter was bitter about loosing her wealthy lifestyle- spoiled brat- but I was delighted to learn she had turned her attention on destroying you. I figured I'd help her along, since I could be considered an old friend of the family."
Danny sat up straight. "So you are using her to get to me!"
"Well, how do I put it? Yes. I figured I'd help destroy you from the inside of your social circuit out. I'd turn all your friends against you, until you had no choice but to come to me. I was quite amazed at the stunt Walker pulled. I hadn't even known about that until he did it; I must say I was quite pleased how it all seemed to work out in my favor, since he turned the whole town against you. Everyone hates Danny Phantom, or as I should say, Inviso-Bill."
"I don't care if they all hate me."
"Strong words, son."
"Don't call me that!"
"All I have to do is send the word over to Walker and your friends are history."
Danny backed down. "So why are you even telling me all this? I don't care how you came to amass your fortune or that you are trying to turn everyone in school against me."
"Well there was a bit of that invisible insider trading going on as well, but as for why I am telling you this, it is because I have nothing to lose. Also, when I was back in college, Axion funded our Ghost Zone Portal research in addition to everything else. Not only do I know more about it then your parents do, but I also have been doing studies for years to test my own condition with my own personal portal. I have found that due to the fact that you were exposed to so much more of the Ghost Zone's ethereal ectoplasm when your lab accident occurred, it changed your body's physical makeup so much, that I have calculated that you have little more than half a year before your human self no longer can sustain itself merged with your spirit half. In other words, you have a little less than half a year to live. Come with me and I may be able to help you, since your parents don't know your secret, and wouldn't be able to help you even if they did. If not, you and your friends can spend all of eternity wandering the Ghost Zone."
Danny looked at Vlad, an expression of sheer horror on his face. "A-are you certain?" he said after a long pause. He hated this. If Vlad was right, he had no choice but to go with him to try to fix it. If not he would die, and his friends surely would too. Could he be lying? Danny thought to himself. He didn't know, but he couldn't risk anything.
"You have until tonight to decide what you want to do. Come with me and let me help you find a way to live, or stay here, and condemn yourself and your friends to certain death. Oh, also if you do not say yes by then, I will have my army of spirits come and destroy every living being on earth! Danny looked horrified, although he had already bee told this fact by Wulf.
"How can you do that!"
"Quite simple- I'm evil. It's your choice, son. Oh, and just to make sure you don't try anything funny…" Vlad took out a small but familiar device from his suit pocket that faintly resembled a glowing green tuning fork, and held it in such a way Danny knew he was going to get poked with it.
Danny knew he couldn't move out of the way fast enough, and his desperate expression alerted Franz that something needed to be done. He signaled to Cherie who quickly ran out with a cup of coffee.
"Sorry, this is late sir," she said. Vlad froze, and placed the Plasmius Maximus on the table.
"Why thank you, Miss," he said, then picked it back up. Franz got up and ran over to Cherie, pretending to knock her over. She fell into Vlad, who dropped the instrument that temporarily removed ghost powers for three hours, onto his lap. A strong current seemed to electrify him and he shouted a vehement exclamation that everyone heard and they all looked up at him. After the current ceased, Vlad sat there, his hair smoking, fuming. "Drat, I lost my powers for three hours… AGAIN!" he whispered to himself so no one would hear him. He glanced at Danny, who sported a happy smirk. He turned to Cherie. "Darn it, you clumsy girl! Watch it next time!"
A real waitress looked at her amid all the commotion, and noticed something wasn't right. "Hey, you don't work here!" she exclaimed. Cherie looked around hesitatingly, looking for an escape. Vlad looked positively outraged.
"So, did you plan this, Daniel? Is this a friend of yours?" he seethed.
"Um, um- HEY EVERYONE!" Danny shouted at the top of his lungs. "IT'S VLAD MASTERS, VOTED BILLIONAIRE OF THE YEAR BY AFFLUENCE MAGAZINE! COME GET HIS AUTOGRAPH AND FREE FINANCIAL ADVICE!
Everyone in the restaurant got up and ran over, mobbing the man who could be described as the epitome of evil.
"No wait! Get away from me! Ahhh!" Vlad yelled, as he was swarmed by a morass of people, realizing that he couldn't use any of his powers to escape the mob for three more hours. "Curse you Daniel!" he shouted, before being completely overtaken by the mob. Danny, Cherie, and Franz, ran out to Maddie, Jack and Hans, who were waiting outside in the Fenton RV. They could see Jazz running to catch up from around the corner.
"What'd I miss?" she asked, out of breath.
"Everything. Let's get out of here." Danny said. "And figure out where Sam and Tucker are. I am sure they are now in serious danger due to that little stunt of ours. Well Vlad should be pretty busy for three hours, at least."
"I hope Timmy and Wulf had some luck recruiting," Hans said. "Ve're all going to need as much help as possible by tonight."
Maddie and Jack nodded sullenly as they started the RV and drove away in a streak of metallic silver.
Vlad Masters had never been more upset in his life. Well he had been, but this proved true for the last day or so, at least. He quickly demanded to see the restaurant manager, right after a crowd of people had fallen onto him, demanding financial advice and handed him napkins to sign for his autograph. He was surprised to find that the manager in fact, had been standing right next to him. After a moment of talking, the manager made a phone call, then nodded his head. Vlad stood up.
"Ladies and gentlemen. I appreciate your uh, appreciation, but I just bought this fine restaurant establishment, and I now declare it closed for the day- no make it the rest of the week. The food here is no good anyway". You all have to leave." No one moved. "GET OUT NOW!" There was a frantic rush as everyone left. "Thank goodness!" Vlad said. When the restaurant emptied, Skulker flew in. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Vlad boomed.
"Oh, I was just wondering if you told him."
"No, I told him he was going to die, and I believe he took it rather well. He seriously believed me."
"Why did you tell him that?"
"I couldn't think of any other way to get him to my lab. If I told him the truth, told him of the true power that dwells within him and how he is unknowingly the most powerful being in both this world and the next, he would never do that. If he figures out how to tap into that power, that I unfortunately DO NOT POSSESS, then I don't know what I'll do; there will seriously be no hope for any of us. For now he has to think I am more powerful than he is. It took me twenty years to master everything I am capable of, but I had to figure it all out on my own and I have reached my limit. He knows what I can do, and thus, what he has the potential for. Luckily, he hasn't discovered his untapped abilities that can destroy me, as well as the power which the rest of us can only dream of; the ability to bring the dead back to life."
"How do you know that?" Skulker asked amazed at the final detail which he had not been aware of.
"I assure you I am not mistaken."