Ugh. I've got such a headache. Where am I? I looked around and found myself in a 10X20X10 cement cell, at the end of which was a huge steel door. The Specter Reflector was still on my waist, but I had a weird sort of handcuffs with a two-foot metal bar with blinking lights in place of a chain and a type of helmet where three curved bars meet at a right angle, one going over my head, another behind it, and the last in front of it. I try to get it off, but there was a leather strap cutting into my chin. The only pieces of furniture I had in my cell were a bed and a TV as well as the necessaries, a sink, toilet, and shower.

"And how are we doing today, Mr. Phantom?" asked a man's voice coming from the headgear.

"Who are you?"

"'I'm nobody.

Who are you?

Are you nobody too?' I got that from a poem by Emily Dickinson"

"Cute." I said bitterly.

"I thought so. I'm just glad we had a chanced to chat before the guards came."

"Guards?"

"Just some old friends of yours from high school."

At that moment who should walk in but Dash Baxter and Kwan Chang, the two biggest jocks to ever graduate Casper High.

"You're coming with us, Phan-toenail." Dash said as he forcibly grabbed me by the arm, leaving a bruise the size of a softball.

"Get off me! Where are you taking me!" I said, struggling.

Without saying a word, they threw me into some sort of testing range.

"It's me again, Mr. Phantom." Said the voice in my ear. "It's time for a little test."

I went into a daze, and before I knew it, I was blasting at different objects, floating through walls, etc., only I couldn't control it.

"What just happened?" I asked as I came out of the daze.

"Supersonic manipulation. Mind control."

"What was that 'test' for?"

"A demonstration of your powers."

"How come I can't perform ghost attacks at other times?"

"What do I sound like, a villain from an old James Bond film?"

"Let's go, Phan-toad!" Dash said, grabbing me by the back of the collar.

"Dash, can't you grab me a little more gently next time?" I asked, choking on the collar.

"My way's more fun." He said as he pushed me into the cell.

"What's going to happen next?" I asked the headgear.

No response.

Nothing left to do but wait, I went to the mirror, but what I saw wasn't me. Those lime-green eyes staring out from under a mess of white hair didn't belong to me, but to a broken man. You could be here a long time, you know. "I know." It was at that moment a line from a school that Sam and I were in, "Les Miserables", came to mind: "I know she'll wait, I know that she'll be true." Unfortunately, the next line came faster than the first: "Look down, look down, they've all forgotten you." Depressed, I decided that, since I had nothing left but time, I might as well watch some TV. Cooking show, fishing show, something about "Very Odd Parents" or something, I dunno, I wasn't really paying attention; news… I decided to watch that to see if there was anything about me or my family.

"…nator Foley appeared before the US senate today, demanding the release of the infamous Danny Phantom. This footage was taken earlier today." The reporter said as they switched to a shot of Tucker Foley.

"Danny Phantom has done nothing to earn your enmity and disrespect. Time and again the city of Amity Park, California, my hometown, has nearly succumbed to ghosts, only to be pulled back from the brink by him, so you show your thanks by locking him up?"

"On a possibly related matter, a missing persons report was filed in regards to Mrs. Samantha Elizabeth Fenton and her one week old son, Daniel James Fenton, Jr. The whereabouts of Daniel James Fenton, Sr. are still unknown. Authorities suggest it may have something to do with Senator Foley's stance on the Danny Phantom issue." "One week old son…" I was passed out for four days.