"What should I do? I know. I'll go to Clockwork!" he said, flying homeward.
Well, here we are." He said, stopping in the Ghost Zone before what looked like a huge grandfather clock.
"Better go in."
Inside, the house was like a cross between mansion and a clock's interior workings.
"Hello? Clockwork?"
"Yes, what is it?" Asked a floating baby wearing a robe in a deep voice.
"I need you to change the past so that Sam never discovers me giving mouth-to-mouth to Valerie."
"Absolutely not." Replied the old man.
"You of all people should know what changing the future can do."
"I don't care. I want Sam back, I need her back."
"I'm afraid I must insist. I'm sorry."
Danny left, feeling rather dejected. Wait,Ithere'soneotherghostIcantalkto,althoughImaynotlikeit.ItlookslikeI'mjustgoingtohavetobitethebulletandaskher. He thought.
It seemed like an hour before he finally found her.
"Yes, what is it?"
"Desiree, I wish Sam was alive again."
"I no longer grant wishes based on love."
"What? Why not?"
"If I can't have love, no one can."
"That's not fair!"
"I'll say what's not fair! The fact that for over 2,000 years, I have been granting many love related wishes, receiving none in return."
Brokenhearted over his lost love, he went out to face the world with the knowledge that he'd never look into those deep, purple eyes again, never again going to feel her press against him as they danced to their song, nevermore was he going to feel those lips like pink velvet against his, never would they grow old together. He was just about to enter the normal world when he heard a voice.
"Good morning, child."
"Whatever it is, Skulker, just get it over with. It doesn't matter anymore. Nothing does."
"You make this too easy." Skulker said, blasting Danny back to our world. Danny remained cognizant long enough to hear someone running downstairs.