Remembering something dad told me the day he died, I said to Jess, "Jess, listen. Right before you came home the day dad died, he warned me about someone named Vlad Masters, also known as Vlad Plasmius. I never got the chance to ask dad about him, but apparently he's a very, very dangerous man."

"He seemed nice to me."

"Yeah, so did Chancellor Palpatine in 'Star Wars'."

"I don't care. I'm not going to stop talking to him and that's it!" she said as she, once again, became unstable and bolted to her room. I ran after her so I could apologize, but just as I was inches away from her room, she slammed the door in my face, followed by the familiar click of a lock. I tried to apologize, but the only response I got was the tapping of her fingers against her laptop, obviously e-mailing someone or on a chat room. I could have phased through the door, but I decided against it, thinking it best to not invade her privacy. Had I known who her pen pal was, though, I would have barged right in, ghost form or not.

About half an hour later, she walked back downstairs.

"Danny, I'm sorry about running upstairs like that."

"I forgive you. Just consider what I said, is all. I want you to know what I said, I said because I care about you." I told her, uneasily, as I turned my focus away from my favorite show. "By the way, Auntie Jazz's coming over tonight for dinner."

"What are we having?"

"Gazpacho."

"Aah, yes, 'Tomato soup served ice cold.'" 1

"Great gazpacho, Sam." Auntie Jazz said. Jess and I agreed.

"Thanks. It's an old Manson recipe that my great-grandmother started."

"So, Danny, what have you been up to?"

"Not much. I fought that irritating Box Lunch yesterday. I don't know if I'm getting smarter or if she's getting dumber."

"Wasn't she the daughter of..?"

"…The Box Ghost and The Lunch lady, yes."

"Eew."

"I know, right? Listen, I've got to go to the bathroom, so if you'll excuse me." I said as I got up.

Standard POV

"And what's new with you, Jess?"

"Well, I met someone today by the name of Vlad who can help me with my depression."

Danny, Jr.'s POV

I was just washing my hands when all of a sudden I heard mom and Jazz warning Sam against Vlad. Jess' reaction was the same as before.

I went out to see what the problem was only to get nearly run over by Jess.

"Daniel James Fenton, Jr., did you know about this?" Mom asked, her face a bright pink.

"Yes, mom, I did, but I warned her about him, and her reaction was the same. I just thought she would have been smart enough not to bring it up again."

By Saturday afternoon the next day, mom and I were getting worried, since we'd seen neither hide nor hair of Jess around the house. Finally I said screw it and phased myself into her empty room, finding only a note saying she'd run away, but not saying where. The police were brought in to investigate, but the only clue as to her whereabouts was found by a computer genius who worked for the police. Apparently she had been on a chat room that night.

Ghostlygurl: You were right, they don't understand.

Dalv: Well isn't that a pity.

GG: I thought I could trust them.

D: You can trust me.

GG: Not according to my bro and mom. They said you're not to be trusted.

D: Who else can you go to? Your meddling Aunt? Your insane grandparents? Your mother's parents are dead, so you can't go to them. Plus, your mother never really got the chance to know me, and Senator Foley and his family are far too busy.

GG: I could always go to my brother.

D: But what if something happens to him? It's probable that he could meet the same end as your father.

GG: Alright, I'm convinced. LMIRL

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