No one found it particularly easy to live in the household for the next few days. Maddie and Jack rarely talked to each other, and Maddie started spending more and more time away from home. Even Jazz found it hard to stay positive in the atmosphere of the house.
Several days after the "van" incident, as it had been named, Danny walked into his room. He felt completely exhausted, and very thankful that his father had left for the Ghost Hunters convention earlier that day. He didn't know if he could take more of the yelling. It almost seemed like his parents couldn't stop yelling at each other, and things just seemed to be getting worse. Something would disappear, and everything would start, beginning with the accusations and ending in a downright fight. Or something wouldn't get done, and Danny would shut himself in his room to drown out the screaming. It was like they all had time bombs strapped to their brains, and no-one could truly escape it. He felt like he had gone from the frying pan and into the fire, with only a brief rest...and he knew it would start to show very soon, if it hadn't already. The depression had started to come back, and he didn't know how to fight it...again.
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Alesha looked around at the shattered remnants of the life she had known, not knowing wether to smile or cry. She felt torn up...and it all lead back to that stupid half-ghost boy. Well, the time had come...he would know vengeance now. She left for the real world with that thought crossing her mind, but no smile ever threatened to touch her lips.
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Sighing, Danny looked around the room and waited to breathe the blue mist that warned him of ghosts in the vicinity. It took a few minutes, but he did start to see his breath.
"Alesha?" he asked, looking around excitedly. This had become the routine since she'd showed up. He found himself looking forward to spending time with any of his friends, and that included her–ghost or not. "Alesha...?" He finally saw her come floating through the wall, head down, and hands behind her back. She progressed slowly, and Danny immediately felt the situation had already gone terribly wrong.
"Alesha?" he advanced, his hand out towards her. "What's wrong?"
"You are," she said quietly, "you took away everything...Brian is gone because of you!" She looked up slowly, and Danny backed away. Her eyes glowed a deep, crimson red, and she began to advance on him. Since when did she feel this way about him? There had been no hints, no clues...nothing!
"Alesha, what are you talking about?" Danny asked. "Alesha..."
"I am talking about justice," she replied. "I am talking about doing to you what you deserve for what you did to me."
"What?" he asked, half out of confusion, half out of concern and fear. 'Transform,' he told himself, but before he could even put his hands in the air, she shot a blast of spectral energy at him, and the last thing he remembered before blackness took him was the thought that she had betrayed him, again.