Three days, later, we were allowed to take Danny, Jr. home. I was just rocking him to sleep while singing "Beautiful Boy" by John Lennon when all of a sudden my breath turned to mist.

"I've got to go." I said to my wife and kid, kissing my sleeping son gently on the forehead. "Sleep tight, little guy. Daddy loves you."

"I love you, Danny." Sam said

"I'll be back." I said, more to myself than to her. "Going ghost." I whispered, so as not to wake my beloved son.

"I've been waiting a long time for this." Said a Clint Eastwood-like voice.

"Walker." I scowled, firing an ecto blast that would surely have injured Walker had he not moved at the last second. With lighting quick speed, he managed to duck each and every one of my blasts, leaving no building untouched. Fed up, I finally took him out with my Ghostly Wail and sucked him back into the ghost zone with the Fenton thermos. No sooner had I gotten home than his phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Danny, it's Tucker. It looks like you'll need to lay low for a while."

"Why, are they trying to hunt us?"

"Turn on the TV to channel six."

As I did so, I saw that my ghostly wail had broken many windows and sent a young woman plummeting to her death. All of a sudden, two politicians could be seen arguing over Danny.

"Regardless of whether or not Inviso-Bill meant to kill her, it's the fact that he did."

"He was engaged in battle. In a fight that huge, casualties are inevitable. It's not like he flew up to her and snapped her neck."

"I like this guy." I said.

"Well, unfortunately, sixty-four percent of the country doesn't."

It was all over the news the next morning. I turned on the mini TV in the kitchen as I set about making Sam some waffles.

"…scene outside the White House today as anti-ghost protestors gather to send a message to the president calling for anti-ghost restrictions as well as hunting down the one known as 'Danny Phantom'."

At that moment, Tucker called me.

"Hey Tuck."

"How did you know it was me?"

"Caller ID."

"I should have known. Anyway, I've got some bad news. Valerie, amongst others, was just hired by the government to hunt you down, as well as anyone who might be linked to you."

"So you're saying President Davis bowed to pressure."

"That's exactly what I'm saying."

"For the record, I regret having voted for her."

"I can see why."

"Listen, I've got to go. I'm serving Sam breakfast in bed. Send my love to Val."

"I will."