I ran down the stairs where I found Sam sitting on the couch watching TV. I sat down next to her, and noticed she was watching the news.

"Hey," she said, not turning her attention from the TV, which made me think it must have been something good.

"There was a tragic accident when a roller coast went off the tracks, killing over 100 people. 15 were injured, and are making a quick recovery," The newscaster said, and the camera had shown where the accident was, showing people that had died.

"Yes, that's right. Luckily enough, there weren't too much people that went home without parents or kids though, most of the people were in groups."

"Ah, yes, most of them. Two kids were reported to be looking for their parents, which were found dead," she said, and it had shown Jazz and I.

Sam flipped the TV off, and looked at me. Why had they shown us on TV? It sounded as though they were targeting us all the way! It had been on the news for a while, but now today all the sudden, they had it targeted on me.

"Why did they do that?" I asked Sam, and I could feel myself start to cry, but I held it in.

"I dunno. Are you Ok?" She asked me, sorry for turning the TV on and watching that.

"Yea… I'll be fine."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that would come on," she said comforting me.

"I know you didn't, it's Ok, really," I reassured her, and she hugged me really quick, before I got up. I smiled at her, but then walked off into my room again. That probably didn't make her feel any better, but I needed to be by myself, again.

I walked over to the window, to look out over to my house again. Although, usually it was me standing in a window of my house, and Sam standing here… but that didn't matter right now. I wonder what will happen to that place? Maybe I can own it after I am old enough, just to keep the memories of that place. I was gonna miss it, that was for sure. Even though Sam's house was way more… expensive, and big and all, I liked my house better. Yes, I actually liked my house better.

Maybe if I just went over here again, to check it out once more before we left to go to Vlad's… how much I hated Vlad. For all I knew, he might have caused that accident, he didn't care how much people he harmed. As long as he could ruin my life, he didn't care at all.

"Danny, my mom has breakfast done," Sam said, peeking her head in the doorway. I looked behind me, and got up to follow Sam down the hallway. I could smell the aroma of pancakes in the kitchen, and for once, I was actually hungry. We walked into the kitchen, but then Sam turned to me before we got in.

"Danny, I think I know what did that," She said, taking me away from where her mom could hear us, and I looked at her oddly. She had just all the sudden come up with a solution.

"What's that?"

"Ok, please don't get… odd on me when I say this, Ok?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Your parents."

"Sam, you know it isn't them. I don't want to talk about that, Ok," I told her, and walked away from our little hiding spot, but she grabbed ahold of my arm, and pulled me back there.

"It's possible Danny."

"I think I did it Sam. I mean, come on, it is possible. It wasn't them Sam. Please, just leave me alone."

I hated getting mad at Sam, I knew she was trying to help, but I didn't want to think of my parents, the loss of them, and of it. It wasn't exactly an image you wanted in your head, thinking of your parents coming back for you, or any of that. Why would they come back for me anyway? They would rather go see Jazz than me. I was the worthless son that wanted nothing to do with them, and never appreciated anything they did for me.

"Why would you have done it?" She asked with curiosity.

"I was mad at myself, I'm sure I did it. Can we just stop talking about it?"

"Yeah, sure," she backed off, and now I felt even worse, because I had gotten mad at Sam, which was only one more thing for me to regret.

"I'm sorry, Sam. I didn't meant to get so mad at you," I said, turning around to look at her in the eyes.

"No, it's fine Danny, I shouldn't have been talking about that anyway," Sam agreed, and she reached over to hug me lightly.

After she let go of me, we headed back towards the kitchen. The table had plates filled with food already, and her mom and dad were already sitting down. Sam and I took seats next to each other on the opposite side of the table from them. Her grandma was seated at an end seat.

"Hey you two, have a good nights sleep?" Her mom asked us friendly, and Sam just nodded, without saying anything, so I did the same. With my parents, it would have been a, "Yea, sure, whatever, leave me alone," sort of thing. I never treated them like I cared.

"Well, not talkative, are we?" The dad asked happily, waiting for a response from Sam or I about what he had to say.

"Not in the mood," Sam said, and now I kinda knew why she didn't get along with her parents, she didn't treat them nicely either. Although, if you have a Goth, with brighter people, it isn't exactly going to turn out well.

"Now Sam, you need to be nicer, you've got company," she said, as though it was affecting me. It really wasn't affecting me, it just reminded me of how much I didn't like my parents when they asked dumb questions.

"That has nothing to do with Danny," she told them aggravated. I felt like I was causing the problem now. It felt odd to be around her and her family, they always fought, and for some reason, you felt as though you could do something to stop it, and you always felt in the middle of the argument, even though really it had nothing to do with me.

"Yes, but you need to act more polite around company."

"Polite around Danny? Like he's gonna care," she laughed. Her mom looked at her angered, but dropped the subject, she didn't want to get things started up. I had seen some pretty bad fights in this house before, and they weren't anything you wanted to get caught up in.

"So… what are you two gonna do today?" Her dad asked us, trying to make the room happy again. Just because Sam was a Goth, didn't make her unhappy, but she didn't like this kind of happiness. The fake smile, annoying happy voice, even I didn't like it to much. Her parents were so fake, they wore expensive stuff, and thought they were the best, which also annoyed me, I wouldn't be able to stand them long either. Sam was happy around me, and happy around people who had a reason to be happy.

"I dunno, get out of here, go to the park, who knows? Something," she said, and took the first bite of her breakfast finally. I had been eating while I was watching them argue.

"Well, you guys be careful, and don't wear Danny out to much, he needs to relax," her mom said, bringing me in on it again, which I hated when people did that.

"Danny won't get worn out, trust me," Sam said, since I never get warn out easily anymore. With all the all night ghost hunting and stuff, it's hard to wear me out anymore.

"Well, you need to go easy on him," she said, as though hinting I wasn't gonna be the same anymore. Was I different? I didn't know, but I hoped I wasn't going to make to big of a change for it. Although, I was still as daring as ever from letting Sam come along with me on our trip to Vlad's.

"Danny will be just fine, stop worrying about him. You'll be fine, won't you Danny?" She asked me, and I finally paid close attention and stopped shoving food in my mouth when she asked me the question.

"Yea, I'll be fine," I agreed with her, but I wasn't going to say anything unless I was asked something, I didn't want to get involved with her arguments.

"Ok…" Her mom said, eyeing me suspiciously. Now I felt like I had done something! I wished I could just ask her why she was looking at me that way… and I would have if they were my parents.

"Ok, we're done," Sam said, grabbing my hand, and dragging me away from the table, back down to her room. She hadn't eaten anything, so I didn't know what her problem was all the sudden.

"What's wrong?" I asked her, but she just took me into her room, and slammed the door behind her, and I knew the fireworks were going to fly.

"They annoy me sooo much! Why do they think there is something wrong with you? Sorry, but I couldn't stand it anymore! They never used to like you, and now they're babying you like your some little kid! Gosh, if you didn't want to stay out anymore, you could just tell me, I know you'll tell me things," she said all in one breath, then looked at me.

"Yea… I kinda noticed that, I was trying to lay low."

"I could tell that, and I guess it was a good thing, I don't like to have to drag you in on things. What was with all of that happiness! They were smiling, when there was nothing to smile about!"
"I noticed that too."

"I'm sorry Danny, but I can't stand them, I would have just walked off on my own, but then you would have been left there all by yourself."

"I know that," I smiled, since I was thankful for her at least caring about me.

All the sudden, the lights that were on in her room flipped off, and so did the fan in her room. The whole house became silent, as though everything had turned off, nothing was running anymore. Her parents must have been being really quiet too, and we stopped making noise when everything in her room turned off.

"What's going on?" Sam whispered, since there was an odd silence, pure silence, nothing outside was making noise either, no cars, or any other city noises, although Sam didn't live on a busy road.

"I dunno…" I said, unaware of what was happening either…

Okey-dokey, last update on ANY of my stories for about three weeks, I know, it sucks, huh? You're all gonna miss me! I know… I gonna cry… anyhow… I not really gonna cry, I might… without TV, or any of that stuff for a couple of weeks… BUT… oh well :P Anyhow… hope you enjoyed it, and please review, I will return one day, to continue :P