Of course, thought Jonn the next morning, the Sue was probably someone close enough to Danny for him to be on their radar, but not enough for him to be actively affected by them. Or perhaps the Sue had changed a canon character so that she-statistically-was not as close to Danny as they should be.

He swooped down to Denny's and Overshadowed himself up a Meat Lover's. Towards the third pancake, his CommBadge rang.

"Wood."

"Jonn, this is Simmons. The Powers That Be are concerned about you."

"What, like from Charmed?"

"No. I'm talking about the ASP administration. They think you're abusing your equipment."

"What? That's ridiculous! All I did was have Mr. Manson carry my bags up, have Mrs. Manson glaze me a ham, and gyp Denny's out of a few bucks for a free brea-oh."

"Exactly. By abusing the power that's been given to you, you are, in a way, doing the same thing that the Sues are. And dude, that's not cool."

Jonn looked out the window. "I guess I am, huh?"

"Indeed. Now if you needed to spend food money, ASP does have CanonCredit? Cards. Heck, I can get one to you by lunchtime."

"Affirmative. Wood, out."

"Simmons, out. Oh, and don't eat the eggs. They're undercooked."

Jonn beeped out and wondered, not for the first time, just how far ASP's resources extended.

It was remarkably simple for Jonn to march into Principal Ishiyama's office, foop her, and get an All-Access pass to all the classes. Then he methodically began his search.

Paulina; fine, though her accent was off. Dash had brown hair, Kwan was suddenly Filipino. It fit perfectly with someone who could care less about the main characters. Little was out of the ordinary in the ninth grade, and Jonn was baffled. He even went back to the Fentons' to check up on them. Nothing. He flew back to Casper High.

I have all the evidence of a Sue, but no Sue herself, thought Jonn dejectedly. Habeas sueus. Dejectedly, he called Simmons.

"Yo."

"I think you've sent me on a wild goose chase. There's no Sue here. Bad characterization, sure, but no Sue."

"Where did you look?"

"In the 9th grade, and back at the Fentons."

"You're dealing with an entire town full of potential Sues. Think bigger, would you?"

"I am the box ghost!"

"Hold on a minute." Jonn closed the CommBadge and addressed the so-called Box Ghost. "why are you the Box Ghost? I mean, normally you don't see that kind of behaviour in a cardboard receptacle."

The Box Ghost blinked. No-one had ever talked to him before. Usually, they just captured him, or sent him back to the Ghost Zone, or ignored him.

"Well, um, it had to do with the way I died..."

Jonn listened patiently for a half-hour while the Box Ghost related his death story.

"That was...beautiful," he said after the ghost had finished, and wiped a tear from his eye. "By the way, have you seen any strange phenomena around here? People or spirits acting weirdly?"

"Hell-o? Ghost!"

"Let me rephrase;" said Jonn. "Has anyone been acting just slightly off?"

The box ghost thought for a moment. "Well, there has been some weird stuff happening in the 11th grade. Several ghosts have reported that they can't get close to it without being repelled by some strange energy."

"The eleventh gr-of course. Thanks for the help." He turned to leave.

"You will come visit me again the next time you're in town, right?"

"Believe it."

He took the stairs. That mysterious energy was probably a Sue-devised ghost-shield, which meant that he wouldn't be able to go through it using his ghost-simulating devices. However, once he was inside, he switched to ghost form and headed straight for Jazz's locker.

Oh, wait.

"Simmons, where's Jazz's locker?"

"No. 163."

"Thanks."

He palmed the mini Proton Blaster and took out the lock. Inside was, well, a standard sixteen-year old's stuff. Seventeen, a mirror, some cosmetics. Nothing special, and neat as a pin.

Time to see what Jazz was up to.