"So..." Sam said slowly, "what do we do?" At this, Danny shrugged.

"That's my stroke of genius for the next hundred years," he muttered. It felt true. He wasn't known for his smarts...that was Jazz's area. Just thinking that brought him back to the situation again. For a few moments he'd had a glimmer of hope...but he didn't even know where to look...

"Wait," Danny sat up, "maybe not." Sam and Tucker exchanged glances again.

Tucker got up from the beanbag with some difficulty, and walked cautiously towards him. "Are you feeling alright, man?" he asked, half serious, half as a joke. Danny ignored the comment.

"I need you to find every car accident crash that happened near lighthouses in the last 10 years," he pointed at the dark skinned boy.

"Okay..." Sam said slowly, "Why?"

"Alesha said that she only remembered two things...Her mother, and a bright light ahead of them when they were in a car. She insisted they'd just passed a lighthouse, and she said that Brian agreed."

Tucker raised an eyebrow. "Why would you want to know that?"

"Because," Danny sighed. "It's a start. She might have gone back to the scene of her death." Sam looked impressed, and Tucker was already tapping on the small, hand-held computer. "Meanwhile," the half-ghost stood, and the two, blue rings grew from his waist again. "I'm going to go and check their home in the Ghost Zone."

"Good idea," Sam nodded.

"I don't know how to get there from here..." Danny gulped. "So I may be gone for a while. Could one of you call my parents and ask them about a sleep over?"

"Sure, man," Tucker shrugged without looking up from his hand-held computer. "Just come back to my house when you're done. My parents won't be too upset."

"Great," Danny grinned. "I'll see you guys later."

Sam walked over to the window after he'd flown out. "You'd better be careful!" She yelled out to him. He turned and flashed a grin.

"I will!" He promised.

xoxoxox

It took him several hours to get to Lake Michigan, and this was the first time that he'd actually flown for more than 45 minutes in one direction. Half the time, he didn't even know if he was headed in the right direction. After an hour, he'd stopped at a gas station, detransformed, and bought a map along with a few snacks. Then he realized he had indeed veered off course, and quickly readjusted. He had to do that several times, but as the day faded, he could see the humongous body of water gleaming in the light of the setting sun. He'd already seen several other smaller ponds and lakes, but he'd forgotten how big this lake was compared to all of them.

He rested for several minutes about a mile away from the water's edge, finished his snacks, and tried to figure out how to get to the point where Alesha had found the natural porthole. Then he realized with a sigh, that he didn't know HOW to find it. He hit his head with the palm of his hand. How could he forget something that vital?

"Looks like I'm gonna have to learn," he grunted to himself and stood up. He began an ectoplasmic charge, figuring that was a place to start...but she'd said that it would feel different...not destructive.

"But you can use your powers to search as well as attack and defend," her words rang in his mind as if she were standing right beside him. He sighed. Didn't he have few enough friends without losing those he had so horribly?

Could he even do this? He didn't know. The only time he'd used his powers for something other than attack and defense had been at her place in the ghost zone...

"Hmmm," he said to himself, and dropped the charge in his hands. Instead, he focused on the feeling he'd had there. It took him a while for his powers to react, but they did finally. They came, with a far more positive charge then he ever felt when he used blasts and shields. "This is strange," he muttered to himself as he looked at his glowing hands. "I hope that's what I need..."

With that, he launched himself in the direction where he hoped the porthole could be found.