"Danny! Danny! Help! I'm over here! HELP!" Here it was again, the dream. But this time, the pleads were more frantic. More worried. He was so close! 'Come on! You KNOW who it is! Think! THINK!' Danny was thinking as hard as he could. It was difficult for him to think during the dream, because he was trying so hard to hold onto it. BLARG! BLARGBLARGBLA-- "DAMN ALARM CLOCK! WHY IN THE HELL DO YOU HAVE TO DO THAT?" After Danny said this he realized he had just blasted his fifty buck clock and he cursed under his breath. 'Now how am I going to be on time for school?' He was just about to get out of bed when there was a knock on his door. "Jazz, I'm fine! LEAVE ME A----!" But before Danny could continue he was interrupted by a raven-haired goth entering his room. "Jazz sent me up," Sam said before Danny asked. Danny smiled, and then blushed crazily. He was only wearing his boxers. Sam looked down too, and turned away blushing while Danny got dressed. "Sorry you had to see me in my underwear," Danny muttered. Sam, looking back at him, said casually, "Oh, I don't mind! You actually looked really hooolograms are really interesting! You can put your hands right through them! Isn't that COOL!" Danny looked at Sam like she was crazy. "Never mind…." She muttered. They both walked downstairs and out the door, Danny giving Jazz the, "I hate you" look, and Sam looking down at Danny's pants, blushing furiously. Jazz rolled her eyes and whispered, "Freaks."
"Okay Danny! THAT'S IT! You are going to see a physiatrist and you are going to like it!" Sam was tugging Danny's feet while he was gripping on the wall with all of his might. "Damn woman, how did you get so STRONG?" Sam looked at Danny fiercely, and then started laughing as she realized Danny was actually admitting he was weak, in his own way. "Ha ha. Now COME ON! I am getting tired of hearing about these dreams. You are making me worried, and pretty soon I may have too kill you if you don't do something about it SOON!" At "soon" Sam gave Danny a final tug, and his fingers lost their grip. "GYAAAH!" Danny's arms flailed frantically around as he tried to help himself from falling. But it was no use, and he fell right on top of Sam. When Sam made no effort to move, his fist thought was, 'Maybe she LIKES this…' but then Danny realized how stupid that was, and held out a hand to Sam. She took his hand, and he pulled her up. "Sorry, Sam. But I mean it. How DID you get so strong?" "Vegetables are very healthy, Danny," Sam said. Danny knew she was right, but didn't admit it. "Look, Sam. I don't think that a physiatrist is going to help…."
"Why not? It's a GOOD idea!"
"Oh, you're RIGHT Sam! I'll just go up to the person and say, 'Hi, I'm Danny Fenton and I have ghost powers. My friend died last month, and I think it was my fault. Can you help me?' Oh, yeah. That's gonna make me look REALLY normal." Sam heaved a huge sigh. "You're right." With this, she fell back into the couch, and turned on the TV. Danny sat next to her, and they soon realized that it was like the TV was talking to Danny. "Are you hearing voices, but don't know who it is?" They both stared at each other, and Danny said, "Change."
It was cold, and Sam had said it was for the best. Danny knelt beside Tucker's grave and placed roses on top of the headstone. Danny looked up at the sky. "Tuck, if only you were here. I kinda miss your dorky advice. Oh, and I wish I could have told you that I knew you were always hitting on Sam…." Danny chuckled at this, tears streaming down his face. He looked down, and smiled. "Oh, you think I didn't know, about what happened at Sam's house. Y'know, the flour baby project thing? Oh, and that one time a crazed pharaoh spirit controlled you, making Amity Park turn into ancient Egypt. Don't think I didn't recognize that Sam's outfit was a queen's." Danny was choking on his tears now. "Well, I guess I need to tell you what's going on, huh? Sam says that I need to talk to someone other than her, so…..yeah." Danny lay down next to his friend, and stared again up at the sky. "I have been having these dreams…. There is this voice, always calling me. Pleading for my help. It's really disturbing. The thing is, whenever I get really close to finding out who it is, my frigging alarm clock," Danny clenched his fists, "Keeps going off and I lose it. But then again….. I did bust it. Hmmm…" Danny turned over and faced his friend. "Thanks for listening, Tuck." Danny went ghost, and could have sworn he heard, "You're welcome."