A/N: Okay, I went through the two prologues and just put the lyrics at the end, 'cause as pointed out to me by Raye Sun (thank you!) it was kinda hard to understand. Plus, I like it better that way! So, here's a new chappy, actually, the FIRST chappy! Yay! Okay, my comp sucks 'cause it wouldn't let me post this 'til today, but I got it up! Yay! Also, I shall try to find lyrics for each chappy, and they'll be typed at the bottom. Yay! Well, before my sugar fix kicks in (like it hasn't already ;) )… HERE'S THE CHAPPY!

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Chapter One: April 4, 2014

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All searches for Danny Fenton had been called off. The now-twenty-three-year-old boy had been missing for five years. No one knew where he was, and only three people had hope that he would still come back. Those three people were Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, and Jazz Fenton. They were the only ones who knew his secret.

Truly, Danny Fenton was also Danny Phantom. He was a half-ghost, half-human hybrid, called a halfa. There were only two in existence, Danny and Vlad Masters, a.k.a. Vlad Plasmius. Plasmius was Danny's worst enemy, well, until Dan Phantom came. Dan was pure evil. Apparently, the Fentons, Sam, Tuck, and Danny's teacher Mr. Lancer were doomed to die in an explosion. Danny, the lone survivor would've been traumatized. He'd go off to Vlad's home and ask him to separate his ghost and human sides. Once done, Phantom split Vlad and joined with Plasmius, whose evil side took over. Dan Phantom came to be then. He killed human Danny and… took over the world.

But Danny had saved his family and friends (and Mr. Lancer) from Dan, who was captured and guarded by ClockWork. ClockWork had power over time and knew exactly what each person's decisions would lead to—even decisions that are never made.

Sam, Tuck, and Jazz were keeping their eyes and ears open for any signs of Danny's ghost-mode, knowing they may find him that way. They had searched for years and heard nothing promising….

Until his twenty-third birthday. Exactly five years after he left them.

Sam had developed a love of writing, and was surprised one day when the newspaper editor she worked for told her of her new scoop. An artist from Georgia was coming to Amity Park for an art show on his tour. It was Sam's job to find out all she could about him.

Tuck had also heard of this artistic genius. He was working at a computer store as a game programmer. His job, as well as Sam's, allowed them to hear information on people, hoping to hear of their lost best friend.

Jazz had become a psychologist, and many of her clients were talking about "S.A." S.A. was apparently the artist Tucker and Sam had heard of, as well. Jazz's clients only knew his last name, however. His name was S. Anthony, but some people also called him "Super Amnesia". Jazz was beginning to get curious about this young artist.

Sam, however, was more than curious. She was becoming obsessed with trying to find out all she could about Mr. Anthony. She had found next to nothing, but that wasn't stopping her. She was constantly asking anyone she saw about him, but no one knew. It seemed as though he just came out of thin air..., which made her want to talk to him even more.

Tucker was curious, but he was too busy with his programs to act on his curiosity. Of course, Sam and Jazz's information made up for his inability. The three had a weekly meeting, which was basically telling anything they had found out about Danny or anyone they think could be him. Their main suspect was now Mr. Anthony.

Sam was giving daily reports on anything that she knew. So far, they knew he was twenty-two, was somewhat… schizo/odd, and couldn't remember anything further than two years ago. One of her objectives was to find out what caused him to forget. The only problem was, he wasn't coming for another four months.

Her editor had been unfortunate enough to be the first person to tell her.

"WHAT?" she screamed.

"He's coming in August," her editor, Tom, said, "the fourth, to be exact. You have four months to get ready for him."

She snarled and stomped off to find her friends. On the way, she remembered The Note, thinking of how what they were doing could cause two deaths, but forgot that as she looked in a store window, gasped, and ran to Tucker's house.

Jazz had found something unusual in the Georgia newspaper. She, Tuck, and Sam had been getting papers from all over. The newspaper talked of someone vaguely familiar to her. She rushed to Tucker's house, knowing he would be home today.

Sam and Jazz literally ran into each other right outside their friend's home. Both stared at the other for a few seconds before speaking.

"You won't believe what I found out!" they yelled at the same time. At that moment, Tucker opened the door, having seen (and heard) his friends.

"What's goin' on?" he asked. In the few years since high school, all three friends had undergone several changes. The first was the loss of their friend, or, in Jazz's case, brother. The next was their change of style. All three wore a lot of black now. Jazz wore a turquoise blue shirt that said "You wanna mess with me? Your funeral" in black, black baggy jeans, and black combat boots. Tucker wore a red shirt that said "Tick me off and I'll kill you. Scratch that, I'm just gonna kill you" in black, black jeans, and black combat boots. Sam wore a black shirt with "Bite me" and a skull in dark purple, black baggy cargo jeans, and black combat boots. Sam's black hair was streaked purple, Jazz's red hair had black bangs, and Tucker had a black beret. Sam's eyes were a slightly duller shade of violet, Jazz's were still blue-green, and Tuck had ditched the glasses and wore green-colored contacts. Of course, Jazz wore her black shirt and turquoise blue pants when with a client.

Tucker repeated his question. "What's goin' on?"

Sam answered first. "I saw a picture of S.A.!"

Then Jazz. "I saw this story in the paper!" She held up the paper.

Tuck looked around his street suspiciously, then motioned them in. Once inside, they all sat on the couch and began a meeting.

"So, what?" Tuck asked, blinking in confusion.

"There was a picture of S.A. in the art store!" Sam answered, excited. "He's got red, spiky hair with black and blue streaks and grey eyes."

"Hmmm," Jazz said, thinking, "doesn't sound all that artsy."

"He had bits of paint splattered in his hair and on his clothes."

"Never mind."

"Well, we know what he looks like for when we meet him," Tuck said, somewhat happy.

"He's not comin' 'til August fourth," Sam stated grumpily.

"Aw, man!"

"Well," Jazz began, "I saw something in the paper…"

"What?" both Sam and Tuck asked.

"Here," she said as she spread the paper out on a table. The title of the article read, "Self-proclaimed 'Spectral Anomaly' Fights off Fiendish Foe!" Sam rolled her eyes at all the F's in that sentence. Some things never change.

Yesterday, outside of a local Holiday Inn, a huge ghost fight broke out. It seems that all the ghosts had ganged up against another and were trying to bring him down. The lone ghost defeated them and sucked them into what looked like a large tube of paint. Afterwards, a reporter talked to him and found out that he called himself "Spectral Anomaly". The following is their interview:

"So, Mr. …?"

"Spectral Anomaly."

"Mr. Anomaly, who were those ghosts you were fighting?"

"Those were Walker's guards and Walker himself."

"And who is Walker?"

"The warden of the ghost jail."

"Why is he after you?"

"I'm not quite sure. I think I had amnesia after I died."

"How long ago did you die? You can stop me if a question is too personal."

"I—I don't remember."

At this point, he seemed to get upset.

"What do you remember, Mr. Anomaly?"

"Not… much. Just a hospital, red, black, and pink ectoplasm, and two evil ghosts."

"Who were the ghosts?"

"I don't know."

"That answer was very harsh, Mr. Anomaly. What happened?"

"I'd rather not say."

And he left. It seems that a lot is going on with Mr. Anomaly, more than he wished to reveal. If you have any information on him, or ghosts in general, please call our hot line, telephone number 1-800-554-4678.

"See?" Jazz asked after the two read it. "Who does that sound like?"

"Maybe Danny, but there are millions of ghosts who could be running from Walker," Sam answered.

"Yeah, and look at the picture!" Tuck said, pointing at a color photo. It showed a ghost with golden hair with white and green streaks and haunted yellow eyes. He was wearing a simple black hoodie with a green dragon on it and black cargo pants.

"That doesn't look like Danny, does it?" Jazz said in disappointment.

"No," Sam agreed, "but keep an eye out for stuff about him, he could know something. The fact that he knows and is being chased by Walker could mean that he saw Danny (Phantom) at the prison."

"Good idea!"

Tuck took over to hand out jobs. "Okay, Sam, start coming up with stuff to ask S.A. and find out more about him. Jazz, you find out more on Anomaly." The next part was spoken in a very serious tone that was unusual for Tucker, "I need to come up with a new game idea." That statement earned him two smacks on the side of his head before the girls left.

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LYRICS

See the pyramids along the Nile Watch the sun rise on a tropic isle Just remember, darling, all the while You belong to me.

See the marketplace in old Algiers Send me photographs and souvenirs But just remember when a dream appears You belong to me.

I'll be so alone without you Maybe you'll be lonesome too

Fly the ocean in a silver plane Watch the jungle when it's wet with rain Just remember till you're home again You belong to me

I'll be so alone without you Maybe you'll be lonesome too Fly the ocean in a silver plane Watch the jungle when it's wet with rain Just remember till you're home again You belong to me

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A/N: Okay! Hehe, phone number…. Anyone who can explain why that's the number gets a sneak peek! Next chapter will back up two years, just to warn you. It will also switch between two places as well. In other words, it'll be confusing! Love y'all! BYES!