He dragged his feet slowly down the alleyway. The bottom of his boots scraped against the concrete. He hobbled, limping, as he favored his right leg.

He didn't remember exactly what happened. He just knew it was happening a lot lately. Where he'd space out and it'd be a couple hours later, not knowing how he got from his first hour english class to lunch in the blink of an eye. He thought maybe he was dissociating, losing track of time. Some kind of normal explanation. He would've given anything for it to have had a normal explanation.

But this last time it happened he came to days later. He'd gone from meeting Sam and Tucker at the bus stop before school to being surrounded by his friends and family in the lab, his leg aching.

He'd felt so confused, he hadn't known what happened. Why everyone was staring at him the way they were. It wasn't until he'd seen Jazz's arm in a sling, Sam gripping her own, bleeding arm tightly, and Dani standing in between him and Sam, holding her hands out to him.

Through the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears, all he could think at the moment was that Dani wasn't due for any visit for a few weeks yet. Someone must've called her.

His gaze kept traveling across the room to where his parents and Tucker were, holding weapons in their hands. Tucker and his mom looked fine, but his dad had an ectoblast burn on his abdomen. He held it as he sat in a chair, staring at Danny.

They tried explaining to him what was happening. Dani had made her way into the zone to talk to Frostbite, to see if he would know anything about what was happening.

They called it corruption.

Sometimes powerful ghosts began to lose their grip on sanity. Once they became too powerful, and usually when they were an old spirit, they would burn themselves out of their own afterlife. No one knew where they went after that.

But Danny's not an old spirit. Hell, he's not even all the way dead. Why would he be corrupting? He can't be that powerful, can he?

He tried to step towards them, but he found his leg faltering. Looking down he saw a burn on his own leg. Everything began to piece itself together then. The injuries that they all sported, the ectoplasm burn on his dad's jumpsuit.

His eyes widened in horror and he took a step back. He thought he had just been missing time. Had he been hurting people with every black out he had?

He continued moving away, ignoring his family's pleas. Going intangible, he flew up through the ceiling and away from Fentonworks. He flew as fast and as far as he could before he crashed into an alleyway where he laid for who knows how long.

He only had one thing on his mind when he finally stood up and started dragging his feet against the concrete.

He had to leave.