"Freakshow. Where's my son?"
"He's safe. For now." He said, a malicious grin spreading across his twisted face like a disease.
"I don't have time for any of your damn games, so SHOW ME MY SON!" I yelled with all the fury I could muster. All of a sudden, he produced staff as long as he was tall with a green orb on top, swirled it in the air, and showed me an image of Danny all alone in one of Freakshow's circus train cars, crying.
"What are you gonna do?"
"This." I said as I shot an ecto blast at him.
"Nuh-uh-uh. If you kill me, you'll never find him." he said as he used the staff to deflect the shot like a Japanese Bo Staff. "You like it?" My face must have betrayed my surprise. "It's a little toy of my own design. Basically, it's the same staff from the first time we met, only now it's a weapon as well."
"So, why aren't you trying to control me?"
"Can't, and even if I could, why would I? The point is to make you suffer, not to kill you."
"You sick bastard." I said as he slammed the bottom of the staff into the ground and disappeared with a thunderous crack. Conflicted on the border between anger towards Freakshow and guilt for leaving Danny alone for those precious few seconds, I concocted a plan.
"'Listen, Sam, I've got something to say.' No, that won't do any good." I told myself as I flew . "'Sam, you may want to sit down.' Nah, what if she's already sitting? 'Sam, Danny's missing.' What do you want to do, give her a heart attack? Best to use the first one. Well, here we are, Schwarzenegger Institute. Looks like I'm just gonna have to bite the bullet." I told myself as I changed back and walked through the doors. "Yes, I'd like to speak with Sam Fenton."
"Who shall I say is calling?" the receptionist asked.
"Her husband, Danny."
"Dr. Fenton, will you come down to the lobby?" she asked over the intercom. "She'll be right with you."
"Hi, Danny. What's wrong? Where's Danny?"
"That's, uh, that's just what I wanted to talk to you about. You may want to sit down: Danny's been kidnapped by Freakshow."
"What!"
"Danny and I were reading from one of those old 'Clifford' books when my ghost sense went off. I saw that it was the box ghost, so I said to myself, 'This will just take a few seconds.' Well I returned a few seconds later, only to find him missing. After searching every room in the house extensively, Freakshow appeared. When I asked him where Danny is, he told me 'Danny's safe. For Now.'"
"Why would he do such a thing?"
"To torture us because he's a demented freak."
"What do we do?"
This was where phase two of my plan was revealed. "It kills me to say this, but I suggest we turn to…Vlad…for help."