1Danny woke up with a start in his bed. The dream he had parralleld the horror movies he had seen so many times as a child. A man had been ambushed on a plane. Something terrible was going to happen. And he dreamed all of it. Every lick of it came from his head and he had no idea what to do about it.
He held his head in his hands and exhaled. It was only a dream, no more shocking than the charming dream 4 nights ago he had about his best friend Sam. That had been a firm wake up call. In more ways thna one if you will allow the pun.
He stared at the clock. 3 A.M. God surely hated him if he was to wake up this late, or early for that matter. He made a promise to watch The PAssion of the Christ 50 times if he could go asleep.
He'd have to pay Mel Gibson since he fell asleep about 5 minutes later.
Washington D.C 4:30 AM
A man walked forward with the dignity you could only learn in college or a military school. He stood in front of the door to the Oval office with a smile on his face and an evil intent in his heart.
He had finally found it, the ultimate dream that he had persued for years upon years. He would soon be able to control a resource more powerful than oil and gold combined.
He smiled wider. A disturbing montrous grin.
He had not only found the realm of ghosts.
But he had also found the realm of a group of heroes who were the only thorns in his side.
He had found the Teen Titans. And he had made quite sure of one thing.
They would never ever mess his plan up.