When Danny got to Tucker's house, he zonked on the extra bed in the attic, asleep immediately. His friends parents rarely came up here, so if he needed to get out of there fast, it was the ideal place.

Tucker woke him up the next morning by yelling Danny's name. The half ghost immediately sat up, and then promptly fell through the bed, landing with a glare at his friend, who doubled over laughing...as if nothing in the last few weeks had happened.

When Tucker recognized the glare, he stopped, and then shuffled his feet in the dust uncomfortably.

"So," he said finally. "Did you find anything?"

"Unfortunately, yes," Danny sighed and stood up. "How about you?"

"Why don't we exchange info downstairs? I already called Sam, and she said she'd be right over."

Danny stretched and covered a yawn with his hand. "What time is it?" he asked.

"Almost 10:20," Tucker replied as he headed down the stairs. "You may want to come in through the front door though." Danny nodded, catching his drift, and phased out of the wall, landing gently beside his house, and walking around casually as he ran a hand through his messy bed hair.

Sam arrived shortly thereafter, and they locked themselves in Tuckers room to exchange information. Danny quickly related his story, leaving all three of them in a somber mood.

"You're lucky she didn't kill you," Sam said softly.

"That's what Jazz did, I think," Danny replied in an equally quiet voice. No one said anything for several seconds, and finally Danny shattered the silence.

"So what did you two get?"

Sam and Tucker exchanged looks before Tucker held up a picture of a girl Alesha's age with her hair done up into several curled and braided pigtails. She sat next to an African-American woman and man, who stood behind them both with a hand on the older woman's shoulder.

"Is that...?" Danny asked. Tucker nodded. "It took us forever to find them, because they've been dead for more than 10 years...and that's how long you asked me to look back."

"How long ago was this?" Danny asked, looking up at them.

"We don't know when the picture was taken," Sam spoke up. "But that went along with this picture," she handed him a picture of a little boy with a toothy grin, "and this story." She handed him a print out of a newspaper article, and he skimmed over it.

Tucker decided to summarize it for him. "Basically, a family was coming back from a tour on a lighthouse, and a drunk driver caused them to roll off the road. The father was thrown from the car...which saved his life, because the car rolled off of the cliff, killing everyone in it."

"That would be the woman, the girl, and the boy..." Sam interjected.

"Who was a cousin that they had adopted," Tucker added.

"But," Danny looked up from the paper, "It says here that their names were Nora N., Masrha A. and Lars B. Evans. That's not their names."

"But Alesha," Sam almost spat the girls name out, "said she couldn't remember anything but her mother's name and face. Why couldn't these be the same people?"

Danny bit his lip and looked down at the brown eyes staring back at him. "I guess there's only one way to find out," he whispered.

Sorry it's been so long guys. Hope you liked this chappy...sorry if it's a little choppy. Forgive? Reply!