(Going in and out of Freakshow's control, Danny has cut Sam off the tightrope and then catches her before she falls)
Sam: Danny, don't scare me like that!
Danny: (Back under the spell) How should I scare you?
Forest Songs
"What are you doing?" I shouldn't have asked. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't help myself. It wasn't every day I found my best friend crouching behind a garbage bin with what looked like the rope we used for climbing in gym class.
"Shhh!" Tucker responded, peeking around the bin as if waiting for someone.
"You're starting to scare me, Tuck," I said, backing up warily. I was being serious, too. Tucker was the only living person who ever weirded me out more then the ghosts I hunted, and I'm including Mr. Marchez in that generalization.
"The next bus for Raven stadium comes soon, right?" Tucker asked in a whisper.
"Yeah," I answered, puzzled as to what this had to do with anything. "In about seven minutes. Why?"
"Perfect…" Tucker said, grinning widely.
"Tuckerrr…" I said, backing away more and preparing to run. No good could come of that look in my friends eyes…
"Shh!" Tucker repeated, crouching further behind the garbage bin, "Here he comes!"
"Here who-?" I stopped, suddenly realizing what was going on, "TUCKER!"
My yell came too late, as my best friend had already tackled the smaller boy to the ground with a shout of triumph. I sighed, exasperated.
"Ah-ha! You're not getting away THIS time!" Tucker declared.
"You maniac! Get off of me!"
"Sorry, pal, but as your friend, I can't do that in good conscious…" I groaned and hid my face in my hand as Sam and Tucker continued to fight, drawing the attention of everyone who passed by.
You really had to wonder where everything went so wrong…
"Trust me, dude, this is for your own good," Tucker reassured Sam yet again, "Once you see all the hot Wendy chicks, you'll be glad you came!"
"I am gonna kill you once you untie me, Tucker," Sam growled back.
"I had nothing to do with this," I insisted yet again, shaking my head as the bus rolled on towards Raven Stadium.
This whole week had been pretty weird, even for me. The ghost attacks, the load of homework, the nagging from Lancer, that was all normal, but that was about all. The more I hung out with Sam, the more I though something was up. And Mr. Marchez was acting kinda weird, too.
Neither of them said anything about my secret, though, and I have no doubt that both or them would have confronted me right away if they knew, so that was probably still safe. But I still really wished I knew what was going on…
"Ah! Here we are!" Tucker said as the bus stopped. "Casper High Stadium!" grinned when I saw Sam gape at the building as we got off the bus.
"Big enough?" He asked.
"Dash's dad is a football player," I explained to him absently. "and Mr. Lancer's big on jocks." Not to mention the contribution Vlad had made towards it… That was one of the reasons I hated stepping foot in there.
"Makes sense…" Sam said dryly. He'd had enough run-ins with Lancer to know, too…
"There's Valerie!" Tucker said, grinning, "Hey, Val!" I smiled widely at the ghost hunter as she came up to us, trying not to laugh at the sheer irony of my life.
Valerie's dad used to be a big-shot security manager for Axion, but a bad run in with a ghost dog looking for his squeaky left him out of a job. It was a total accident, but Valerie still blamed my ghost half and the ghost dog for ruining her life.
I don't know where the ghost dog ran off to, but I hoped he stayed there if he knew what was good for him, because I could say from experience that if Valerie go a hold of him…
"Tucker!" Valerie called, grinning. She and my best friend had started dating last year, and were still very cautious about their relationship. Still, because of all the time I had to spend around her, I'd learned that Valerie wasn't a bad person.
When I was human, anyways…
"Hey, Danny." She stopped when she saw Sam. "New… ah… friend?" It was obvious why she was asking, just looking at the poor guy…
"Hey Val," I responded, "And yeah. This is Sam, my roomie. Sam, this is Valerie Grey."
"Pleasure," Valerie said, coughing back a laugh. "Ah, do I wanna know-?"
"No," Sam said, sounding faintly annoyed. "And it's nice to meet you too, Valerie,"
"Ah, Val? Can I talk to you for a minute? Alone?" Tucker asked, playing with his beret with was now in his hands.
"Sure, Tuck," Valerie shot me a smirk that said she already knew what he wanted to talk about. "See ya round, guys," I shook my head as the 'couple' left.
"She seemed nice enough," Sam said casually as he fought with Tucker's knot work.
"Yeah, but she wasn't always that way," I sighed, thinking back to Valerie the Super Snob, "Before, she wouldn't give Tuck the time of day. After her father's accidents, though, she became a scholarship kid and changed her ways."
"Ah, a case of seeing the light?" Sam nodded in understanding.
"More like a case of the light giving her a swift kick in the behind," I sighed again, "but yeah." I freed him from the ropes, and looked up to the stadium as he worked the kinks out of his arms. "Well, as long as we're here, do you wanna check things out?" Sam made a face.
"Do we have to?" I laughed at Sam's whine.
"Come on, the bus back to school won't come back for another half an hour anyways." I said, leading him inside.
Inside the football team and the cheerleaders had both already started warming up. Paulina was in the spotlight as usual, with pretty much every guy in the stadium admiring her perfect legs as her cheerleading uniform twirled and twisted, drawing attention to them.
Sam wasn't looking at Paulina, though. Instead, his attention was on Dash as he warmed up, a puzzled frown of someone trying to remember something on his face.
"That's Dash Baxter, the Quarterback of the football team." I filled in for him, "Watch out for him, you don't wanna get on his bad side."
"Danny?" Sam and I both turned, and I relaxed slightly when I saw Lizella Cartel, Jazz's best friend since middle school.
"Oh, Hey Liz," I said as she came to a stop, "Didn't see you there. What are you doing here anyways? Don't you find organized sports an 'ineffective use to time and energy and yet another excuse for empty-headed muscle to be supported in the eyes of the general public who still can't see how barbaric it is?'" My sister's friend rolled her eyes.
"Haha." She said teasingly, "I'm here with your sister." I groaned at that, my stomach dropping "Yep, your in for it big time, little man,"
"Don't call me that," I mumbled, trying to wrack my brain for a way to get out of the coming scolding. Liz laughed for a moment before Sam caught her attention.
"Hello, here's a new face," She said. Then she looked confused for a moment, "Least I think I haven't seen you before… have I? You look familiar…"
"No," Sam answered quickly, looking a little scared. "T-That is, I don't think we've met before…" Liz shrugged.
"Well, we're meeting now." She said smiling, "I'm Lizella Cartel, Liz for short. And you are…?"
"Sam," He answered, "Sam Manson," Liz looked startled at the last name.
"Any relation to Matt Manson?" Liz asked, excited at the mention of Matt. I rolled my eyes.
'And she claims not to like him…' I thought dryly, frowning curiously at Sam as he hesitated before answering, still looking a little scared.
"Uh…"
"I knew you looked familiar!" Liz exclaimed, triumphant, "Brother? No, he told me all he had was a little sister, lemme think… cousins, then?"
"Yes!" Sam responded, sounding relieved, "Yeah, um we're cousins. I live In New York and don't see Matt too often,"
"Lucky," Liz teased, "Your cousin's a real jerk sometimes, you know?"
"Oh?" Sam looked a bit started at that, and very pleased.
"Mmhm," Liz sighed, "A jerk who doesn't understand girls at all,"
"Come on, Liz, it's not nice to gossip about people behind their backs, no matter how mad at them you are." Jazz said as she came up behind us. Cringing, I turned to meet the firing squad. Jazz looked genuinely surprised to see me there, knowing all too well how much I hated football. "Danny?" She said, then her eyes moved to my roommate, and she stopped dead, paling slightly. "SAM?"
"You know him?" Sam asked, looking confused.
"You know her?" I asked my roommate, confused myself. "How do you know my sister?" Sam's eyes widened at the question.
"SISTER?" Sam yelled, looking between the two of us, "You two look nothing alike!"
"Fortunately," Jazz and I said in union, making faces at one another. Liz giggled, but Sam still looked very confused.
"Danny takes after dad, and I take after mom," Jazz told Sam vaguely. Like me, she didn't like talking about our parents to strangers, "How'd you two meet?"
"Roomies," I answered. Instead of being happy that I was making new friends, Jazz froze up, giving Sam a tense look.
"…Really," She said, her voice strained.
"Yeah. How do you know him?" I asked, getting a little suspicious. Jazz didn't act like this without reason…
"Matt introduced us," Jazz answered, "Danny? Can I talk to you for a minute alone?"
"Will I get a choice?" I asked, already knowing the answer. Sure enough, Jazz grabbed my arm and dragged me off where my roommate and her best friend wouldn't be able to hear us.
"Does Sam know anything?" Jazz asked in a tense voice, "Sam doesn't know anything, right?"
"Relax, Jazz," I said, "And no, as far as I know, Sam doesn't have a clue,"
"You're sure?" Jazz pressed.
"Positive. He would've said something by now if he knew, trust me. He knows I'm not like normal people, but everyone in Casper already knew that." I smiled wryly, "Relax, Jazz. Something like me isn't even supposed to be possible, remember? He won't figure it out. Especially since he's got his own secret to worry about…"
"Secret?" Jazz said, her voice going up an octave, "What makes you think that?"
"Well, I don't have anything solid, but something about him is definitely off…" I sighed, frowning at my sister. I could tell from that reaction alone that she knew something, but decided not to press it. "But it's none of my business, anyways, and I'm keeping my own secret, so it's not like I can preach to him and not become a total hypocrite."
"Guess you're right," Jazz said with a gentle smile, "How's the ghost stuff going?"
"Okay," I answered, "They've been pretty busy lately, but it should calm down after a while."
"Have you been taking care of your injuries?"
"Yeah, Jazz," I sighed.
"And you still have enough of everything if you get hurt soon, right?"
"Yeah," I said, rolling my eyes. "Relax, Jazz, I'm still alive, see?" My sister frowned, then sighed.
"Sorry, Danny," She said, surprising me, "It's just… since mom and dad… if I lose you, too…" My exasperation gave way to guilt at that.
"Hey, I'm not going anywhere, alright?" I told her gently, "I've lived this long, I'm not gonna let something get me now." Jazz smiled at me at that.
"Guess you're right." She agreed. Then she hesitated before add, "Erm, Danny… about Sam…"
"What about him?" I asked, curious.
"Don't you think maybe you've be happier with a different roommate?" Jazz asked in a careful tone.
"No," I said, shrugging, "Sam's cool. Even Mr. Marchez likes him,"
"Yeah but…" Jazz looked pained for a moment before she sighed, "Never mind. Come on, we'd better get back to stop Liz from traumatizing poor Sam…"
"Or vise versa," I grinned. I'd seen the look in his eyes when his cousin's name was brought up…
Jazz laughed as we started back to our friends. Liz turned when she saw us coming a familiar gleam entering her eyes. My felt my stomach begin to drop.
'Please, Please no…'
"Hey, Dan, There's something I wanted to talk to you about," She started casually. "You remember my friend Tammy, right?" I groaned at the direction of the conversation.
"No, Liz," I told her bluntly.
"You haven't even heard what I was gonna say!" Liz said, insulted.
"Let me guess," I said in a dry tone, "'Well, she's got the cutest little sister around your age! Just the kind of girl for you, Danny, smart, cheerful, great sence of humor…'"
"Oh, come on, Danny!" Liz huffed, "You need more of a social life, kid! Sulking in your dorm isn't gonna get Paulina to like you, and there are better girls out there! You just need to get up and meet them!"
"I don't have time to meet girls, Liz," I sighed in exasperation.
"I dunno, Danny," Jazz frowned, "Liz has a point…"
"Not you too, Jazz," I said, resisting the urge to throw my arms up. Usually Jazz was with me on this one, it was all of her friends that were devoting their lives to finding me a girlfriend, with Liz at the lead of the investigations.
"Oh, come on, Danny, you do enough! You deserve a little happiness once in a while, just like everyone else," Jazz scolded.
"And drag a complete stranger into my problems?" I countered, "No one deserves that kind of life!"
"Well, find someone who likes you enough not to care," Jazz said reasonably. "Even if your life's a little different, that doesn't make much of a difference, Danny! Do you think I care about it? And what about Tucker? Who's to say you can't find a girl who'd say the same?"
"You're my sister," I reminded her, "You're obligated not to care by birth. And I've known Tucker forever. Besides, he still feels guilty for the accident. Face it, Jazz, I'm hopeless." Liz and Sam stared, obviously in the dark about what we were talking about.
Jazz was about to say something else when she noticed them, too. Laughing nervously, she decided it was time to leave before she said something to get me into trouble.
"H-hey! Isn't that Fred over there? Come on, Liz, we need to ask him about the dance!" And with that, my sister was gone, Liz behind her.
"I didn't know Jazz was your sister," Sam told me as he jumped up to sit on the guardrail.
"I didn't know you knew Jazz," I told Sam. "Anyways, It's not that big a deal. I only really get to see her on weekends or at big events during the school year. Then we 'reconnect with each other' over breaks," I rolled my eyes at my sister's wording, earning a laugh from Sam.
"You two seem really close, though," Sam said, "And she obviously cares about you,"
"Yeah, that's a big sister thing, I guess," I said, remembering what she had just said, I added, "Especially after mom and dad left,"
Sam frowned, and looked like he wanted to say something when he lost his balance and fell over the guardrail. My eyes widened as I raced forward to try and catch him, only to miss by a few centimeters.
'WHAM!'
"Ow," Sam moaned as he landed. I felt myself go while as I realized what havoc my roommate had just wracked upon himself.
'Please, please no…' I thought, moaning in the otherwise deathly quiet stadium. But no matter how much I wanted to change it, the fact was that it was Dash Baxter who was now standing up and glaring murder at my roomie.
"You're dead," He growled, grabbing the front of Sam's shirt and drawing back to punch him. I instinctively prepared to jump down into the stadium to defend Sam, but before I did one thought ran through my head.
'This won't end well…'"Five students with black eyes, one with a sprained ankle, six with severe bruising and several finger and wrist injuries…" Mr. Lancer sighed. "Tell me, Mr. Fenton, do you enjoy making both our lives harder?"
"They didn't have to try and gang up on me like that," I reminded the Headmaster, crossing my arms. I felt a little guilty, though, seeing as I had the unfair advantage of paranormal powers and superhuman strength.
"And you didn't have to get into the fight," Mr. Lancer frowned, "Several eyewitnesses acclaimed that you weren't involved to begin with. That you jumped in after the first punch was thrown."
"By Dash Baxter," I finished, "Why isn't he in here?"
"Mr. Baxter is in the infirmary with a sprained ankle, black eye, severe bruising and a badly damaged wrist." Mr. Lancer said, his eyes narrowing. "All of which he claims you caused."
"Come on, Mr. Lancer, I'm three times as small as him," I reminded my teacher, "How did I do that much damage in such a short amount of time with seven other people ganging up on me?"
"The same way you get out being the least injured in two on eight odds, I suppose," Mr. Lancer responded, though I could see some doubt in his eyes. "Well, I suppose that in the chaos, some of the football players were hitting one another…" I sighed, relieved that the excuse had worked. "However, there's still the matter of your and Mr. Manson's punishment."
"Sam didn't throw a single punch," I said at once, "The whole thing was an accident, he never meant to fall on Dash,"
"Still, he must take responsibility for staring a fight that ended in the injury of almost the entire football team."
"I'm the one who cause those injuries, though, Mr. Lancer!" I objected, "Look, punish me, but leave Sam out of this."
"I can't do that, Mr. Fenton." Mr. Lancer frowned, "Punishments must be enforced to fit the crime."
"But Sam didn't do anything!" I sighed in frustration. Mr. Lancer frowned curiously at me.
"Haven't you defended your friends enough for one evening, Mr. Fenton?" I smiled weakly at the comment.
"Hey, I might as well try and keep the ones that put up with me, right?" I joked dryly.
"True enough," Mr. Lancer sighed, "As for your punishment… I believe the best thing for you to do is accept two months worth of detention, and you will spend the next week helping Mr. Folupa clean the science lab every night."
"Fine by me," I sighed, standing along with Mr. Lancer and walking over to the door.
"That is all, Mr. Fenton," Mr. Lancer said, opening his door, "Mrs. Gretchen will escort you back to your dorm, which you're not allowed to leave for the rest of the weekend. Mr. Foley, please return to your room. Mr. Manson, come in."
"Good luck, kid," I murmured to Sam as I passed, giving him a shaky smile.
"Thanks," He whispered back, returning the gesture. Then Tucker and I walked out of the hall with Mrs. Gretchen, Mr. Lancer's 60+ year old secretary. We were almost to the door when Mr. Marchez came up.
"Flora!" He called out, "I need a hand here. I can't find any of the grade sheets for my senior kids, and they're all in a panic." Mrs. Gretchen frowned at him.
"Honestly, Mr. Marchez!" She sighed, "I just gave you those yesterday! How can anyone be that disorganized?"
"What? You want me to write a book about it or something?" Mrs. Gretchen's frown became more pronounced.
"Well I'm sorry, Mr. Marchez, but Mr. Lancer wanted me to escort Daniel back to his dormitory…"
"Dan's a big boy," Mr. Marchez snorted, "Look, just help me look for them for an hour, then call to check in on him to see he made it back alive. That way neither of us gets into trouble."
"Well…" Mrs. Gretchen hesitated, then sighed, "…Alright. But only because you're already on thin ice with Mr. Lancer!"
"Atta girl!" Mr. Marchez grinned, "You're a lifesaver, Flora." Mrs. Gretchen smiled at Mr. Marchez, her heels clicking on the floor as she walked towards Mr. Marchez's room. Mr. Marchez followed at a slower pace since he was walking backwards to keep his eyes on me and Tucker. Before he turned, he gave us a quick wave.
In his hand was the file he claimed was missing, hidden from Mrs. Gretchen's view thanks to some other papers.
"He's still the weirdest teacher I've ever met," Tucker said as he watched them go, shaking his head. Apparently, he saw the file, too.
"Yeah, but he's a good weird." I said, "Besides, I'm around weird so much now a days, normal would probably creep me out or drive me insane."
"I'm normal," Tucker insisted. I stared at him. "What?"
Sighing I decided to let my friend live in his happy little delusions.
"Well anyways, Mr. Marchez bought me another hour before I've gotta be back in my dorm," I said, "I think I'm gonna visit Spook. I haven't really gotten a chance to just hang out with him since I got here."
"Right," Tucker hesitated for a moment. "I think I nearly goofed." I blinked at my friend in confusion, not understanding him.
"What?" I asked.
"When I was talking to Sam a few minutes ago, I let something slip about your powers. He got suspicious and I covered it up by telling him the barest facts about the whole Master Corps. thing. I didn't tell him about Vlad or even mention Master Corps. by name, but he knows you're the heir of a big time company." Tucker said this all really fast, and it took me a second to figure out what he'd said.
"WHAT?" I yelled, my eyes going wide.
"Sorry," Tucker cringed, shifting nervously.
"Tucker!" I growled, "I can't believe you nearly let two of my secrets slip at once!" Tucker shrank away slightly, obviously consumed by guilt.
"I know, I know!" He said, "And I'm sorry! I swear, I'll be more careful from now on." I sighed at that in frustration.
"Yeah," I said, knowing that Tucker was trying hard to keep my secret just that. It was just that he was always so used to blurting stuff out, that the whole 'You-can't-tell-anybody,' thing was new to him. "Well, I'm gonna see Spook."
"Hey, Danny?" I turned, and Tucker approached me again, taking my sketchbook and pencils from his backpack. "Here. You left these at my house the last time you where there, and I figured you might want them back." I felt my anger cool a bit more as I took the things.
"Thanks," I murmured, heading away again.
It didn't take me long to fly to the clearing, and Spook came out to greet me eagerly when I got there, resting on my shoulder and brushing his ink-black feathers against my face.
"Hey, Spook," I said affectionately, petting his head at I sat on a branch of the tree. "Well, I managed to get myself into even more trouble with Lancer today," Spook cocked his head as if to ask a question, "I fought off the football team today when they tried to beat my friend up. I used my powers to do it, too," I sighed, "I shouldn't have, it was stupid, dangerous, and could've exposed me… but what else could I do? Sam needed me, and I can't call myself a hero if I just sit there when someone's in trouble…" I petted Spook on the head, a light smile touching my lips as other, smaller animals began to come into the clearing, getting as close as they dared without upsetting Spook, who considered me 'his.'
Animals were much more in tune with the spirit world then humans, especially dogs and birds. They could tell just from being close to a ghost if he or she was good or bad, and they relished in the aura set off by the few good ghosts out there. Some animals have even proven to have gained more intellect by staying close to a good ghost, if the research of my parent's colleagues was right. Jazz insisted it was, using Spook as an example, but Tucker just thought the falcon was a werdio.
"I just don't know what I'm gonna do," I sighed in frustration. Spook cocked his head at me again, them began biting at my sketchbook with his beak. I grinned, getting the hint right away, and opened the book to begin drawing.
When I first got my powers, I found myself confused, desperate for escape from the way my life had changed so drastically. Jazz and Tucker both tried to help in their own ways, each suggesting various things they liked to do to relieve stress in their lives, but none of them worked for me. I couldn't write a journal, because I was as good as dead if it was found. I didn't have time for sports or other extracurricular activities, and I wasn't quite ready to devote my life to ghost hunting just yet.
So I turned to art.
It wasn't much at first, quick doodles on the side of my notes and homework to keep me anchored in class, then I began sketching random people and things. Before I knew it, I was hooked. It delighted Jazz, though, who was always showing off my work to her classmates and co-workers, much to my embarrassment.
As I drew, I started to sing. It was another habit of mine, to calm myself and get rid of unwanted thoughts. The song I picked this time was my current favorite, 'Savin Me' by Nickleback. I could relate really well with it, and Tucker liked to joke that it was probably written with me in mind.
"Prison gates won't open up for me. On these hands and knees I'm crawling. And oh, I reach for you. Well I'm terrified of these four walls. These iron bars can't hold my soul and all I need is you… and oh, I scream for you…"
I knew that feeling all too well. The feeling that you were trapped and couldn't get out. That you needed someone there, but you didn't know who. That was my life now a days. I mean, Tucker and Jazz were both awesome, but even though they both knew my secret, knew me better then anyone else, living or dead, they didn't know how much I wanted someone to help me…
"…Show me what it's like, to be the last one standing. And teach me wrong from right, and I'll show you what I can be. And say it for me, say it to me, and I'll leave this life behind me. Say it if it's worth saving me…"
I just really wanted someone who didn't just understand me, but understood why I had to give up so much to live like I did. Someone who could see that even with my ghost powers and alter ego, a part of me was still just a normal kid who wanted a normal, ghost free life.
"…Heaven's gates won't open up for me. With these broken wings I'm falling and all I see is you. These city wall ain't got no love for me. I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story and oh, I scream for you…"
It was stupid and it sounded really corny, but being honest with myself, I had to admit that I wanted someone who was willing to save me in any way they could, just because. Just like I did for every stranger I saved from a ghost attack…
'Snap!'
I jumped at the sound, reacting instantly. Ignoring Spook's angry cry of protest, I leapt from the tree and flew with superhuman speed, slamming the source of the disturbance against a tree. When I noticed who it was, though, I got confused.
"Sam?" I asked. My roommate blinked at me, looking confused himself.
"You know me?" Sam asked, studying my face. I froze up.
"I-I heard one of the other boys call you that." I blurted out, the excuse sounding weak even to me. Getting suspicious of foul play, I added, "Why are you here? Did someone send you?" Remembering Vlad's promise, my tone became sharper as I continued, "You're not working for Plasmius, are you?"
"Who?" an even more confused Sam asked, "No one sent me! I'm not working for anyone, I don't even know who this Plasmas guy is…"
"Plasmius," I corrected automatically. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Plasmius," He repeated, "And I'm here because I had some thinking to do, and this seemed like the best place to get it done." I relaxed at that. It was true enough, after all. Hey, that was why I was there.
"Sorry," I said as I stepped back, "It's just… It wouldn't be the first time he's sent human ghost hunters after me…"
"I'm not a ghost hunter," Sam sighed. "Before I came here, I didn't even believe in ghosts." I laughed at that, remembering now how Sam had mentioned that right before Ghost Dragon.
"Lost that fast," I said in a droll tone.
"No thanks to you," Sam countered. "Phantom, right?"
"Yeah," I said. Remembering that I wasn't supposed to be 'Danny' right now, I added, "And you? I mean, it is Sam, right?"
"Yeah," He answered, "Hey, um, thanks for saving me from that dragon the other day," I shrugged.
"It wasn't a big deal," I said bluntly, "Ghost Dragon isn't the toughest ghost I've ever dealt with." Sam smiled.
"So, what's with your friends?" I blushed when Sam motioned around us.
"Ah, animals have a higher sensitivity for ghosts," I answered, "And unlike humans, they can tell if a ghost is good or bad right from the start,"
"I'm guessing you're on our side, then?" Sam said, reaching to pet a stray dog, who seemed happy with the attention.
"Yeah," I answered swallowing. My hour was almost up "Listen, I gotta go…" I almost smiled when Sam looked honestly disappointed in having our conversation cut short.
"I understand," He said casually, "I should be getting back to my dorm anyways. It was nice talking to you, Phantom. And thanks again," I smiled at him before I turned invisible, flying off to get back to my dorm.
'Well that was unexpected…'
WoM- For reasons I cannot begin to comprehend, DoD chapters always turn out longer the SoS ones. 'Makes face,' Ah well. Hope you enjoy this chappie! Especially that extra tidbit at the beginning. 'giggles,' Oh, and I still can't find that stupid plug, so getting pictures up may take longer then I'd hoped. 'makes another face' Please be patent with me, people!
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