A/N: Hey thanks for reviewing everyone, and don't forget to do it all over again. This is about to get dense and confusing so if you have any questions or you haven't seen the Patrix (Matrix) then email me at I'Il be happy to talk to ya. Enjoy it.

The sun appeared outside the foggy window of cabin 13. As Danny opened his eyes the sun just appeared in the window, as if it was there all day and night. But it couldn't have been, and this made him wonder. He blinked a few times; he felt his energy hasn't altered at all. He was just as awake as he was when he went to sleep, but how could that be? This is just summer camp, right?

Danny slowly rose to a sitting position on his cot, he looked up at Daz's bunk, he was still sleeping, sort of. He was lying still, straight, almost, inhuman. His eyes were shut very tight, and his bone's were like stone. Danny hopped out of his bed and yelled, "Hey Daz, wake up, its morning already."

It took several minutes but finally Daz came to, he let out a loud groan of displeasure and looked around. He came to notice the same thing Danny did, it felt like he didn't sleep at all.

As Daz hoped out from his bunk, Danny noticed a little sign posted on the door of his cabin. He ran over to it and picked it off the door. 'SCHEDULE' was the word printed on the top in bold letters. Danny looked it over. Pretty normal. It had the common camp activities on it. Swimming, archery, meals, campfire gatherings, blah, blah, blah.

First on the list was SHOWER 7:35. Danny gazed at a clock that was placed above the door. 7:30 it read.

"Hey Daz, we gotta go shower, come on!" he called to him as he walked out the door to the campsite. He noticed where all the teens had gathered, on the far right of the camp, the public bathrooms. He ran toward it, hoping to catch some of the warm water before the others finish it. As he trotted along he was stopped by none other then Tucker Foley.

"Danny! This place is awesome! My cabin is the tech lab! And it's filled with other tech geeks!" Tucker exclaimed happily.

"That's great for you, I got dumped into cabin 13, it's completely normal, nothing cool at all," Danny sighed.

Tucker didn't seem to notice, "And these activities are great! Gaming sessions, online chats, Prisons and Lizards, everything for us tech geeks! Oh yeah, except for swimming and campfire gatherings."

"Sure, whatever," Danny dully told him as they neared the overly crowded public bathroom. As they neared Danny noticed the girl side and the boy side. On the doors were the words. 'Mass Capacity 25 At a Time' in bright red letters. A small line stood in front of both, with anxious teens with towels. Danny and Tucker took a towel and got in line.

After about five minutes, the next twenty five were allowed in. When Danny entered the bathrooms, he noticed something, something bad, something unusual. Public showers. The other guy's began throwing their clothes at each other and soon a sweaty clothing fight started. Tucker slipped off a sock and hurled it at another kid's face, but Danny just undressed and turned the hot and cold knobs to start the water. The water spilled out of the shower at the perfect temperature. Danny began to bathe while the fight continued.

After a few minutes everyone started to ditch the fight and shower. Of course Danny was already done and he was waiting for Tucker at the door. A few guys were chatting but one conversation got Danny's interest.

"Hey, did you catch that fight yesterday outside the goth cabin?" one hefty kid chattered to the other.

"Yeah, you started it with that goth girl right?" the other kid rambled.

"Sure did, those goth people are so weird, and perfect people to mess with. They go all psycho on ya," the hefty kid responded proudly.

"I mean, only a total ahole would even consider them a friend, much less a girlfriend," the other kid laughed. Danny couldn't take much more.

"Shut up! Sam is a good friend and Goths are not weird!" Danny shouted.

"Amen brother! Amen!" a hippy like kid shouted out.

"You wanna take this on you little squirt? Come on then, Goth lover, let's see what you got!" the hefty boy shouted, wrapping himself with a towel and slamming his fist into his hands.

Sam was in the girl's bathroom, she came in early to shower in privet and avoid the other girls. But she hung around anyway to talk with the other Goth girls that were in her cabin. It was weird. All the Goths got the same cabin, and the cabin was perfect. Dark and almost unholy, complete with a library and a home piercing station. So Sam stood there, wrapped in a black towel, commonly chatting to her newly acquired Goth friends while the other girls showered.

"The world is so overrated," one of them mumbled.

"Yeah, love and happiness is only for those who can actually handle it," another lulled to the others.

"I guess, but, can't we like, find happiness, and isn't love ok?" Sam shyly asked. It was a stupid question, they will say no.

"No." they all responded.

"Oh."

"What Sam, did you find either? Can you handle passion?" one of them asked.

Sam leaned against the wall.

SLAM The hefty kid punched Danny hard in the gut forcing him to topple backwards towards the wall.

Sam's back touched the wall.

Danny slammed into the wall.

Danny lazily opened his eyes and looked around. But he didn't see what he wanted to see. He saw girls, a lot of girls, some in towels, some naked. Yes even naked. It took them all a split second to realize it, but Danny went through the wall.

Sam opened her eyes. She was on the ground looking up at the ceiling. The room smelled of sweat and gasps and chuckles echoed throughout the room. Sam stood up and looked around to see boys, a lot of boys, some in towels, some naked. Yes even naked. It took them all a split second to realize it, but Sam went through the wall.

Screams echoed from both public bathrooms.

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"Daniel, Samantha, you are here by prohibited from the rest of today's activities on both of your schedules, except for meal times due to the sudden unrest you implanted in the campers. How this happened, I don't know, but it will be fixed, now go to your cabins, and stay out of my sight," Dr. Cryogen firmly dictated.

Danny and Sam solemnly nodded at him, got up from the chairs they sat in, and left his office.

"How did that happen?" Danny exclaimed as they headed toward the cabins.

"You should know, you have the ghost powers, you probably phased through to defend yourself," Sam told him dryly.

"Yeah, but I didn't do that, it's as if the wall wasn't real!" Danny told her.

"The wall wasn't real? Oh, right, and this whole camp is some sort of program, just like The Patrix. Your imagination is lively Danny," Sam mumbled, slightly annoyed.

"Think about it, weird sleeping positions, no rest, perfect temperature water, fake walls, isn't it possible?" Danny asked.

"No."

"Wow, Tuck was right, you do have issues," Danny began to walk away from Sam.

"Danny, wait." Sam pleaded. Danny turned around and looked towards Sam. "I'm sorry for being so negative, it's kinda my goth thing you know."

"I'll see you at lunch."

"Danny!"


Danny stumbled into his cabin, dragging his feet and mumbling to himself, he plopped himself on his bed and looked at the bunk above him. He stared at it for a while, sighing and thinking. To his shock, a head popped out from the top.

"Daz?"

"Shh. I'm not supposed to be here, I should be at these activities, but I can't go out there, this place isn't normal. You know it too don't you?" Daz whispered.

Danny nodded at him.

"This is all some sort of conspiracy, set up by the government or something I can tell, there is evidence everywhere! It's just like The Patrix, where the robots put the people into the Patrix," Daz told him. Danny nodded again, but he still doubted that his theories were correct.

"And that Dr. Cryogen guy, he isn't real! None of this is real! I did some spying, do you know what he does in his spare time? Do you?" Daz screamed, in Danny's face, Danny shook his head cowardly.

"NOTHING! Absolutely nothing. He just sits there until something happens. Do you believe me?" Daz screamed.

"Sorta, not really. I think you liked that movie too well, I say you go back to sleep," Danny suggested.

"I'll prove to you this isn't real, at lunch, meet me again, at lunch!"