Riverfox237: You think you know what's going to happen? I have a news flash for you: I don't even know what's going to happen! Sure, this is a rewrite, but the first one was so bad that this is very loosely based on it. And I don't know why there's that parent block. They pop up at stupid times.

For the hundreth time: SORRY IT'S SHORT

Chapter 2

Danny was sure this was some trick. They had to be ghosts, hadn't they? He walked up to a timid-looking cow, and, trance-like, put a shaking hand on its side. The beast stared at him with one eye. "It's alive." He whispered. Then she snorted at him. Danny looked at his hand and sighed sadly. He made his way back to his friends.

"This isn't the Ghost Zone, is it?" asked Sam. Danny shook his head.

He blinked, "Where's Tucker?" Sam pointed back into the trees. He went there and she followed.

Tucker stood there, with a pile of technology at his feet. He was taking out gadgets from his backpack and pockets, one by one, pushing the buttons, and then dropping each of them into the growing heap. He continued to do this in a zombie-like way

"This can't be happening…" He mumbled.

"Of course it can," said Danny, "It is us, after all. This is just the kind of thing that would happen."

"You're freaking out, aren't you?" said Sam.

"Yes! We're stuck back in time, with a ghost, and I'm powerless!"

"Cracking already?"

The teens looked up to see Zelda watching them from her floating broom. They didn't run this time.

"What do you mean? Why'd you send us back in time?" demanded Danny.

She laughed. "I'm not the kind to reveal my plans. But I do have to say this: I am a ghost, so having no food or water is no problem for me, and time doesn't matter either. You three will die in a matter of days. With out your," she looked at Danny, "ghost powers," she looked to Tucker, still doing what he had been doing, "or your technology."

"Why can't I go ghost?"

"Why…why isn't anything w-working?"

"To the ghost boy, you're allergic to the poison, and it keeps you from going ghost. There's nothing you can do about it. To the boy with the mechanical monstrosities at his feet, those can't exist here!" and with that, she was gone.

"She's right, you know." They looked at Sam, "About the tech, I mean. Doesn't your gear work off satellites or something? There aren't any to work off of."

"She's also right about another thing, if we don't adapt to this environment, we'll die out here." Reported Danny.

"I wanted to ignore that part." Said Sam. "Okay, first things first," she looked left and right, like she could see through all the leaves, "we need to find fresh, hopefully running, water."

"What will we eat?" asked Tucker fearfully. He knew what she was going to say.

"Fruit, of course. And after we find water we have to make a fire, before we worry about food."

"Okay, Sam, you go that way. Tucker? That way. Meet me here in an hour."

"Guys!" she said, stopping them from mid-scatter. "Do you really think it's smart to go running off own our own? What about predators? Or just getting lost?"

"We know you're right, but it'll take longer." Danny said.

"If this darn PDA was working I could tell you where a river or stream would be!"

"No it wouldn't."

He whimpered.

They walked back out to the grassland. A river was in view a little way past the herd they had seen earlier.

"That's lucky…"

They began walking there. Tucker had an odd look in his eye. This was, sadly, his worst fear. He had experienced it before, last Halloween, when the Fright Knight had struck him with his sword. Stuck without civilization, without technology.

Danny wasn't as worried as Tucker was, but he was scared enough. Here he was, with dinosaurs and his two friends (one of which seemed to be going insane), and powerless. He couldn't protect himself, or his friends. And the witch! What does she want?

Sam was doing better than the two. She had a level head in this situation. She almost didn't mind being away from people and technology.

They came up on the river. Thirstily, each lowered cupped hands into the cold water and lifted them to drink.

Snap!

The group fell back and ran a few feet before the image had reached their brains. A crocodile! It had come out of the water and tried to eat them! Panting, they were thirsty again. But none of them would not approach the river any time soon.

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next chappy is not typed. BE WARNED. Lol.