A/N: Did I really leave a cliffhanger? I hadn't noticed much. xD Sorry for the long update. Life sortta sucks right now, but your reviews make me happy!

DiSCLAiMER: I don't own Danny Phantom or The Love Letter. Shocking, isn't it?

DEDiCATiON: To whomever. xD

"I'm going for a walk!" Sam ran out the door as Mr. and Mrs. Manson and Mr. Baxter watched her run out the door. They sat in awkwardness when she left.

"She'll be back." Mrs. Manson assured Mr. Baxter.

Sam felt the warm summer breeze flow through her hair as she walked around the city. Motor cars around her were loud, but she ignored them as she walked to Tucker's house.

DiNG DONG.

"Oh. Hello there, Sam! Tucker's upstairs."

"Thanks, Mrs. Foley." Sam knew she was always welcomed at Tuck's house. It was beyond better than her own, and Mrs. Foley was like the mother she never had.

"Tuck! You'll never believe this!" Sam opened the door to his room.

"HEY! Jeez, Sam. You're my best friend and all, but could you try knocking?" Tucker said pulling on his shirt.

"Whatever. Just read this!" Sam handed him the letter.

"What's this? And what kind of typewriter were you using?" Tucker asked looking at a totally different font.

"I didn't write that! The letter said it was from someone in the year 2006!" Sam mentioned the year quietly.

"… What? You expect me to believe that this is from someone who's not even born yet?"

Sam took the letter and put it in front of his face. "Read it."

Tucker cleared his throat, and began to read.

"Dear Sam,

Hello. I'm Daniel Fenton, but call me Danny (like you want to be called Sam.) I mean, I don't know what you should call me because I don't even know if you're alive or dead! By which, I mean, my mom told me to write back to you, because… I don't know. My mom just told me to write back to you.

I feel stupid; you're probably not even reading this. This letter is just sitting in an old mailbox in the old post office in the middle of town. It's strange to think about that.

Anyway, since no onecould read this, I might as well tell you about myself. As you know, I'm Danny. I'm twenty-five years old, and I have a fiancé. Her name is Valerie Gray. She's everything to me, but something still doesn't feel right. I guess I should tell her my secret.

What is my secret, you might ask? Well, I'm not normal, that's for sure. I have these… powers. I'm a ghost. Well, half ghost, at least. I'm half human, half ghost. Sometimes, I wish I was fully human. I won't tell Valerie because she'd never accept me. She hunts my ghost form! So, no way am I ever going to tell her.

Weird, I could tell some random person I don't even know who might or might not be alive. And I can't even tell the woman I'm going to marry. I'm worthless.

By the way, I know this because I read your letter from your secret compartment in your old desk. You must have kept the letter in there, too.

I suppose I should be going now. Write back, if you could. I'm wondering right now if you still live in your house here in Amity. I wonder how old you are, too. Not to be rude, or anything.

Sincerely,

Danny Fenton"

Tucker's eyes seemed to get wider with every paragraph. He couldn't believe it. "Does this mean that he wrote this letter seventy-four years from now?"

"And when he was writing this we were either dead or ninety-nine years old!" Sam said looking at Tucker in shock.

-

Danny woke up the next morning. The sun was shining down through his window as he slowing got ready for the day.

"Good morning, Danny." Valerie walked through the door.

"Morning." Danny said, apparently still very tired.

"Up for some more shopping?"

"WHAT! I mean, not today. I was, err, planning to visit the parents." Danny lied.

"Oh, okay then. I'll see you later." She smiled, took the keys to her car, and left. Danny knew when she said 'See you later' she meant 'See you in about 10 hours.'

Danny, since he lied about going to his parent's house, had nothing to do. He decided to watch TV, go online, and maybe even see his good friend, Elliot.

After getting bored of both the TV and internet, he sat at his desk suddenly remembering he had sent a letter to Sam.

Knowing she wouldn't respond, he opened the secret compartment. He found the feather pen, ink bottle, and… two envelopes?

Danny read the covers of them. One was the original letter that said 'To: My True Love'. The other envelope said 'To: Danny Fenton'.

A/N: Forgive me for the short chapter, but it was revealing. Sorry it took long, too. I'm working on a one-shot though! Be proud; I'm working overtime. xD