Later that day, Danny walked into his room and sighed with relief. His parents had been waiting anxiously when he'd arrived home from school, and he didn't like the attention. Still, he felt that they were truly worried about him, and that was a good feeling, not to mention a welcome change from his last memory of them before he'd left all those months ago. Even the false memory of his parents turning their weapons on him made him shudder.

Pushing the thought aside, he threw his pack by his desk and flopped down on the bed. His bed. He still couldn't believe he was home again, although it had been almost three weeks since they'd returned from Wisconsin. His parents had kept him home for the first two weeks while they got everything situated, and they made him see councilors, as well as had a tutor come in to help him catch up again. Still, just being home brought a smile to his face as he grabbed his pillow and snuggled into it.

He hadn't been laying there for long, when a blue mist escaped from his mouth, causing him to sit up instantly. For the last few months he'd been ignoring the sensation that warned him when other ghosts were near. Vlad Masters hired ghosts to serve him, and when Danny had been living there, it wasn't an uncommon occurrence. But here, ghosts rarely came around to chat or lend a helping hand. Apparently, he'd have to resume his previous efforts of fighting ghosts and protecting his home town.

Danny sighed as two rings of light grew outward from his waist. They separated quickly, leaving a black and white Hazmat suit in their wake. The teen's eyes now turned from their normal ice blue to glowing green, and his black hair to a bright white.

"All that just for little old me?" A voice asked him. He turned quickly to see Alesha standing in the doorway. Her blue shirt, grey skirt and black shoes setting off a cool contrast to her warm hued, dark skin.

"Alesha?" Danny blinked, almost not believing she was there.

"Who else?" she asked, a grin spreading across her face.

"What are you doing here?" Danny walked up to her, still in his ghost form.

"Well, I couldn't very well stay at Plasmius's, now could I?" She smiled and wrapped her arms around him. Danny stood there, rooted to the spot, seeing as the only other girl who had ever hugged him (besides his family) had been Sam, and Paulina during one little fling, although she'd been overshadowed at the time. Finally getting over his shock, he hugged her back.

"As far as I'm concerned, you're welcome here," he said, stepping back. She smiled and nodded at him as he walked over to the door and quickly shut it. After that, he floated over to his desk, and grabbed the chair he'd tucked beneath it. He set it across from the bed, and gestured for her to sit down. She accepted his offer, although it occurred to him that she could simply take a seat in the air, seeing as she could float. Once she was seated, he detransformed and sat down on the edge of the mattress, looking down.

"Er...look," he sighed. "I wanted to tell you..." he bit his lip, "That I'm sorry." He finally finished.

"For what?" Alesha asked.

"For your brother," Danny couldn't meet her eyes. "I couldn't save him, and I'm so sorry." She didn't reply for several minutes, but Danny didn't dare look up. Finally, she answered softly.

"I'm sure you did what you could." Danny nodded, still refusing to meet her eyes. "Actually, that's another reason I came here," she said in the same tone. Danny finally looked up and saw her smiling sadly. "For quite a while after Brian...well..." she gulped and Danny nodded, encouraging her to continue. "I couldn't leave," she acknowledged his understanding and went on. "I just couldn't leave him. But then a lot of the ghosts started seeing me around, and I had to leave." She stood and started pacing around the chair. "Actually, by that time I felt like I couldn't stay there anyway. It was just too painful to stay. So," she plastered an obviously fake smile over her pain and glanced over at Danny. "I was wondering if I could help you out around here." The half-ghost couldn't help but let his face light up. Someone to help with ghosts? Someone who didn't have to go to school, and someone who knew far more about what was going on in the ghost zone? This was almost too good to be true.

"I'd love your help!" he jumped up and shook her hand vigorously. After a few moments of being shaken, she pulled her hand away, and raised her eyebrow at him.

"You're the only human I know of who would dare to give a ghost whip-lash." Danny blinked at her comment for a few moments before laughter escaped his lips.

"Sorry," he said through his chuckling. After a while, she caught the mood and began to laugh herself. So the two paranormal teens who had faced far more horrors in recent weeks than most people face in their entire existence began to heal the wounds that had been left in their souls. It felt good to laugh again.

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