That night, Danny lay in bed thinking about what Sam had told him. It was all so confusing. How much of what she had said was real in his time-line, and how much was different? It hurt his head to think about it for to long. He needed to fly, but he didn't dare, as long as there was a chance that his dad might see him.
Danny had told Mr. and Mrs. Manson that his parents had died in a car crash a week ago and he'd been hiding in the park since then, and they decided to let him stay with them for a while, and even signed him up for school.
He had never felt so alone in his entire life. He would give anything to see someone who actually knew him. If Vlad showed up with another insane plot to kill his dad and marry his mom, Danny knew it would be a struggle to keep from hugging him.
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Clock Work had watched this scene unfold in front of him, frowning slightly. He knew exactly how Danny was feeling- it didn't take a genius to figure that out. It was true that he couldn't help Danny without him actually being there, but there was one thing he could do.
He could send someone else through to that time-line, someone who could at least help Danny from going insane. His sister, Jazz Fenton. He turned around, to see said 16 year old standing a few yards behind him. She looked nervous, but determined never the less.
As the only other person who didn't exist in the time-line her brother was stuck in, she was the only one he could send safely through. "Are you ready?" he asked her. She nodded.
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In a broken down house in Amity Park, a certain ghost halfa was in his basement, thinking hard. That kid who'd visited him yesterday- he weighed heavily on his mind. He looked again at the picture in the wallet the child had given him, doctored no doubt, but still capable of stirring feelings he thought he had buried for Madeline Masters.
He hated that ghost child for doing that to him. If he'd never shown up, he never would have had to go through that pain again. It tore through his heart like a poison tipped arrow. He set the picture down next to the ruined proto-portal, beneath the newspaper announcement of the marriage of the love of his life.
He phased through the wall at the far end of the basement, ending up in a silver walled room with no doors. Every surface was covered in green and silver ghost weapons, and every wall held shelves and drawers filled with the same.
All accept the far wall.
This one held a ghost portal.
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It was the next morning, and Danny had managed to get out of bed, dressed (Sam had found some pajamas for him to wear from somewhere in her labyrinth of a house, he had no idea where, and the Manson's maid had washed his t-shirt and jeans while he slept last night), and downstairs. He was exhausted, but managed to hide it pretty well (He had had several months of practice, after all).
When he got downstairs, Sam immediately started yelling at him for getting out of bed so soon after twisting his ankle. Ignoring his protests, she steered him back into bed.
"By the way," she said, "Your sister turned up looking for you last night."
Danny looked blank.
"Mom and Dad are letting her stay too, since she's your sister and all. I'll go wake her up."
Danny had barley had time to wonder what was going on, when Sam was back, with Jazz in tow.
Ok, that's chapter three! I hope you enjoyed it, and thanks to my reviewers for chapter two, Yami-Chan and Unrealistic, and mom2dl.
