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"Just outside Amity Park!" I gulped. Brad and Cassie had gone home, so Alan and I were going over what we knew.

"Maybe we should check the Ghost Zone," Alan said. "Maybe Dad is in there. We could ask him for help."

"Mr. I-Won't-Change-My-Mind-Ever actually changed his mind? I…I'm speechless!" I laughed hysterically.

"If you're speechless, then SHUT-UP!" Alan yelled.

"Maybe we could ask him for help…" I stared into space.

"Alex, what's wrong?" Alan asked. I came back down to earth.

"Nothing." That's when it hit me. "That box, the outside was bigger than the inside!" Ha, I can be smart, too! So, there, Brad!

"What box?" Alan asked stupidly. Why does he have to be an idiot when I'm onto something? "Besides, most boxes are bigger on the outside than the inside."

"I know that! And, I was talking about the box of letters, you dolt!" I said angrily. "I think it had a secret compartment!"

"Oh!" Now he gets it! "Really? Let's check it out!"

"Uh, I put it back." He glared at me. "Mom would have noticed if I hadn't! She was about to open the closet that day!"

"You distract her; I'll get it."

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"Hey, Mom?" I said cautiously. Ten minutes, I can hold her for ten minutes.

"Yeah, Alex?" she said.

"How do you make that Caesar Salad you made the other day?" We're both Vegetarians. Alan, however, is a carnivore like Dad and Mr. Foley.

"Simple, Hun," she said. She led me to the kitchen. Perfect! She's gonna show me! Alan will have gotten the box, opened the compartment, read whatever's inside it, and put it away before Mom and I are done. Now, to wait.

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1/2 hour later.

"There ya go!" Mom said happily. "A perfect Caesar Salad!"

"Thanks, Mom!" I said. I ran to our room. Alan had a paper in his hands; the box was gone, as suspected. "So?" I asked anxiously.

"Quoth the Potter, 'Mischief Managed'," he replied.

"Great!" I sat down next to him. "So, what does the note say?" He handed it to me. I read it.

Sam (or Alex and Alan, if they ever find this),

I'm doing fine, don't worry! It's not like they're trying to kill me here, or anything! How are you, all three of you? I wish I could see you again, especially the twins. What do they look like? Do they fight ghosts? Do they have the same interests as me? Like, fighting ghosts? Ugh, I'm sounding like my parents again.

That reminds me, I saw Dad the other day. Mind telling me what happened to him? Is Mom okay? And, how are Jazz, Tuck, and Val? Do they miss me?

Well, I've gotta get back to practise. I can't believe I actually have fans! Anyway, you know how Ember can be. Hope to see you soon.

Danny F.

"He was hinting something again," I said.

"That's nothing," Alan replied. "Check the date!" I did so and gasped.

"B—but that would mean that—?"

"Yeah."

"Then Dad is—?"

"Yep."

"And the ghost—?"

"Probably."

"Then we need to—!"

"NO! We're not going to!"

"Why?"

"We'll check, but if he is there, then there's nothing we can do to help him."

"But he said—!"

"I know what he said, but it's not going to happen!" He noticed I was sad. "I'm sorry, Alex, but it won't work." He walked away after putting the letter down on my desk after grabbing it from me.

If we're right, I thought, then Dad might be in trouble! Especially if those Plasmiuses find him. But, if he's with who he mentioned, he might be safe there! And what about the Plasmiuses? This is getting too confusing.

I looked back at the letter. I reread the date at the top. May 13, 2025.

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Later in our room.

"So, we're gonna check in there for Dad?" I asked Alan.

"Yeah, but let's do it tomorrow," he said.

"Why?"

"Because, if we get lost in there, and no one's around, no one would know where we were, but, if we do it tomorrow, Cassie and Brad can tell Mom if we're lost."

"Oh, alright."

"Get some sleep, we'll need it for tomorrow. I can't believe we're actually going to go through with this. Just, go to bed, Alex." Alan did so.

" 'Kay," I said, and followed suit.

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A/N: Oh, boy! Where are the twins going? What horrors will the twins face there? What did the new letter mean? Will they find Danny, or some enemies? What kind of questions are these? Why am I asking you when I could be writing the next part? I'd better go! Stay tuned to find out the answers!