"I just passed a little town called 'Silver Bay'," Danny practically yelled into his almost dead cell phone. "Only a few miles until I reach the lighthouse."

"What do you plan on doing?" Sam's voice almost didn't come through the static, but Danny found that he could understand her...barely.

"I'm going to explore the 'surrounding area', as the policeman I just talked to put it."

Sam hesitated for a few seconds. "Good idea," she said finally, although she sounded distracted. Of course, it just could be the lousy connection and lack of power. "Do you know where the accident happened?"

Danny nodded, although he knew she couldn't see him. "The policeman told me about where to go, and the area where they found the car. I'm not sure that he's exactly reliable, though." He reached a hand up to rub the back of his neck. "He could barely remember, and I know he's the oldest man there. No one else knew what I was talking about."

Sam sighed. "But it's all you have to go on, right?"

"Right," Danny mimicked her sigh. "Look, I gotta go before this phone dies completely. I still have to call Mom and Dad tonight."

"Okay," Sam said, a little too quickly in Danny's opinion, but he shook the thought away. "I'll see you tomorrow...and Danny," he could almost hear her lick her lips nervously before speaking... "Be careful, okay?"

The ghost boy smiled. "I promise. Later." With that, he hit the button that shut off the phone before shoving it into one of the nearly invisible pockets his parents had sewn into the suit before the accident.

Then he tried to turn his attention to flying, but his mind lingered on the conversation he had just ended. Why had Sam seemed so nervous? She was hiding something from him...something that she knew wouldn't help him at the moment, but despite himself, thoughts of what it could be began to plague him.

Had they found out more information that made the situation more dangerous? But then why hadn't they let him know? Maybe someone at school had found out...or he'd hear about how his parents knew he was gone tonight. The thought didn't help, just as he had predicted Sam had predicted.

Frankly, he couldn't think of anything else that would cause her to act that way, except that maybe Mr. Lancer had given them another 5 page report on some ancient, boring book. This thought seemed brighter, but still made him sigh. His grades had suffered enough already without surprise attacks like this.

'Or maybe,' he suddenly thought to himself, 'the ghost attacks on the town have increased...' he tried desperately to leave that thought unfinished, but sights of a burning city kept flashing before his eyes, and he redoubled his determination to get this done as soon as he could without harming anyone.

"Danny," he suddenly said to himself, and stopped. "Calm down!" The last thing he needed to do at the moment was panic about something he didn't even know had happened. He needed to focus, and stay calm. With that thought in mind, he took a deep breath, and blew it out slowly. Mrs. Techslav had always said to release stress, you should breathe out at least twice as long as you breathe in. Anything else was just gasping, and it could actually increase the panic if you breathed too fast...or something like that. Maybe he'd just mixed everything else up in his mind.

"Stop it Fenton," he said out loud before taking another breath (which did seem to help). "Stop second guessing yourself." His mother said that all the time, and it seemed to fit, so he repeated her words with fervor.

Besides, he had a job to do.

Reaching back into his pocket, he took out the map and looked around, comparing the shoreline with the area contained within the large red circle Officer Miles had drawn. In the distance, he could actually see the lighthouse, barely, and it looked fairly consistent with what he saw on the paper.

"Okay," he said to himself, and looked around at the fading light and mist that blew gently onto the lake with the evening. He had watched the sun set after talking to the policemen, unable to resist pausing to watch the sinking sun set the lake on fire where the light touched the slightly churning water. Then the mist started to roll in, giving the entire landscape a fairy-tail like feel. For those few minutes he had been able to forget everything...and it had been so blissfully peaceful...but that was then, and this was now. And now, he had to search.

With a confirming nod, he shoved the map into the pocket with his phone, and dove over the cliff's edge towards the shoals and rocks that tried in vain to stop the crashing waves of the gigantic body of water below.

He stayed well above the even the splashing mist of the water, allowing his glowing eyes to sweep the area, looking for something...anything. But then, he didn't even know what to search for. He hoped for something that would stand out. A bright flash of color, a sudden movement, his ghost sense...anything.

He hugged the coastline as he approached the tall, narrow building overlooking the dangerous shore, but nothing caught his eye. He found the closer his hope of finding something seemed to diminish. This had been a stupid plan after all, he sighed, unwittingly slowing. Why had he come up with such a stupid idea? Had false hope lead him here out of desperation? Just because he had to feel like he was doing SOMETHING. A growl of frustration escaped his clenched teeth and he had to make a conscious effort to unclench his fists.

Then he took another deep breath, closing his eyes. Then he took in another, and let it out slowly. Wether this whole 'breathing' thing worked or not, it sure didn't last long apparently. The third breath suddenly drew in an icy blast, apparently from the lake, and he realized how much the temperature dropped in only the last few seconds. Was that normal for Minnesota? Officer Miles had told him how quickly the weather around the lake changed, and how dangerous the fall gales could be. But that fast?

Suddenly his eyes popped open, to see the bluish mist of his breath blow away and disperse in the increasingly windy air. Could it be...? He wondered, and looked around.

The figure walking along the base of the cliff (floating really, because the water crashed strait through them while their feet never touched the foaming water) almost escaped his gaze, as she looked like a darkened and slightly colored version of the mist that had only recently disappeared with the increased wind.

Not daring to really hope, he took yet another deep breath, and dived at the figure.

AN: Sorry it took so long guys. :D ; I've been having issues with a virus on my computer. Anywho the next chapter should be up tomorrow...wednesday at the latest!