When Danny opened his eyes the first thing he noticed was how dark it was. He could have sworn the sun was still up just a few minutes ago. He moved to sit up on his elbows, only to be struck by a wave of vertigo and slump back onto the couch. That was odd, he thought. His head felt foggy and even the slightest movement made him dizzy. After taking a moment to compose himself, he managed to sit up against the armrest. His eyes squeezed shut and a hand went to his head, trying to keep it steady.

"Was wondering when you'd wake up." Aizawa said, stepping out of his bedroom.

Danny groaned. "I only closed my eyes for a moment."

"More like five hours, kid."

Danny's brow furrowed and he looked up at Aizawa. "What? No, it couldn't be that long I was just-"

The memories of what had happened earlier that day, flooded back to him. The school. The tour. The walk home. The girl.

"Where's-" Danny whipped his head around, instantly regretting it when another wave of vertigo nearly sent him tumbling to the floor. Still he made an effort to scan the room. His eyes glowed green, but still he saw nothing. "Where'd she go?"

Aizawa shrugged. "I don't know. You passed out while I was still on the patio, but the energy source you were providing was still there."

"The ectoplasm?" Danny confirmed, eyes flickering back to blue.

Aizawa nodded. "She remained visible to me while it remained, but once she had absorbed the last of it she started to fade. I don't know what happened after that." He paused, watching Danny from across the room. "How do you feel?"

"Dizzy, actually. Feels like I just ran a mile while dehydrated."

"I thought something like that might happen." Aizawa said. He made his way into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the pantry. "Using your quirk like that, consistently over a long period of time will drain even the most well trained quirk users."

"Well yeah, I expected to be running a little low, but not… this." Danny said, tenderly massaging his temples.

Aizawa walked back to the living room and handed Danny the water. The teen quickly emptied the bottle and sighed.

"Normally it takes a lot more than a few ecto-bursts to drain my energy like this. I don't know why I feel so…"

"Weak?"

Danny shrugged. "Basically."

"Maybe your abilities function differently in this world than they do in your's." Aizawa suggested, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall. "You mentioned last night that spirits gain energy from the ghost world, right."

"Ghost Zone." Danny corrected. "But I'm only half ghost. Normally I just recharge on my own and 'pop' back to normal." He snapped his fingers, to emphasize his point on the 'pop'.

"But have you ever spent multiple days away from the Ghost Zone?" Aizawa asked. "The way you talk, makes it sound like you travel there often. You said the portal there is in your family home, right?"

Danny paused and let the idea sink in. "Never really thought about it like that before. I mean, I took a cross-country trip with my friends and I was fine, but we were kind of messing with radioactive, ghostly artifacts that whole time, so… I wouldn't really count that one as being away from ghost energy." He tried to scan his thoughts for any time he would have spent away from the portal and not interacting with other, juiced up ghosts, but none came to mind. His family's attempt to go on that ghost-free RV trip was the closest thing, but being constantly pestered by Young Blood kind of made that trip a moot point as well. "Wow. Two years since the accident and I don't think I've spent more than a day or two, completely away from ghost stuff."

"Then that could have something to do with it. You said you weren't born with your abilities, you gained them inorganically. Maybe being separated from the source of your powers is robbing you of your ability to recharge."

Danny gave a dry chuckle. "I hope not. Between you and half the anti-ghost gadgets I've had to deal with over the years, I know being cut off from my ghost powers is absolutely not a good thing. That said, it sounds more logical than half the things my parents come up with, so it's probably actually got some merit." The thought was darker than he expected, though he made an effort to not let it sink in too deep. He wouldn't be here long enough to see that happen, if all went to plan.

"Well, we don't know anything for sure. No use getting carried away on a theory." Aizawa said. "For now, we'll keep an eye on you and if your condition worsens we can always take you up to the hospital."

Danny was about to ask what Aizawa expected a bunch of doctors to do about something like this, but he didn't get the chance. His stomach made an all too audible growl, effectively ending that conversation before it could begin.

A smirk pulled at Aizawa's lips. "I guess you did miss dinner, huh? I know a place that might still be open. I'll see if they can deliver. Maybe getting some food into you will help with the dizziness." He pulled out his phone and started typing. "Chicken or Pork?"

Danny gave him a sheepish look and shrugged. "Both?"

The smirk returned once more. "Fine. If there's leftovers you'll at least have something for lunch tomorrow."

Within an hour the two were curled up on the sofa, watching some local gameshow and stuffing their faces. Danny hadn't a clue what was being said, but the over-the-top reactions of the contestants and the host easily made up for the lack of communication. Aizawa seemed to be more disappointed than amused for the most part, though Danny caught sight of a hesitant smile more than once, when a rather pompous contestant repeatedly got smacked by a giant, disembodied, rubber hand. He may not have been the type to wear his emotions on his sleeve, but Danny was starting to see that Aizawa had more to him than just the tired, stone-faced facade he wore every day. Danny recalled the way he'd spoken with the ghost girl earlier that night. Even if he didn't understand the language he could hear the patience in the older man's tone and the gentle way he spoke to her. Even though he clearly had wanted to get an answer for the obvious wrong that had been committed, he did what was best for the kid at the time.

The memory settled in his mind and stole away Danny's previously ravenous hunger. He stared at the remains of his dinner.

"You think she's really gone?" Danny asked, his voice quiet under the jubilation of the television. Aizawa didn't answer right away. Danny thought he might not have heard him.

"I don't know. You're the one with the ghost sense. You tell me."

Of course Danny hadn't sensed her since he'd woken up, but still… His eyes shown green and he glanced around the room again. Nothing he couldn't already see with his human eyes stood out to him. He sighed and relaxed, fixing blue eyes back onto his food.

"Far as I can tell, she's gone." Danny said, taking a less-than-eager bite. "Hope she moves on soon. This isn't a life I'd wish on my worst enemy. And a lot of my worst enemies are ghosts already."

Aizawa hummed in acknowledgement, his face unreadable as usual. They quickly slipped back into casual silence as the TV shouted and jeered.

Danny only managed to last another half hour before he was slumped over the arm of the couch, snoring softly. Aizawa cut off the TV, cleaned up the remnants of their meal, of which barely a mouthful was left, and made his way towards his own room. As he passed through the living room, a chill passed through his leg, like a cool breeze. He stopped and turned, just catching the wisp of frost escaping Danny's lips as the boy shuddered and curled further into the couch cushions.

"I told you." Aizawa said, his voice calm and soft. "You can't stay here."

The image of the girl flickered into view, glowing faintly in the dark room, one hand resting on Danny's shoulder. She looked up at Aizawa and the fear that had been so clear on her face before was hardly noticeable. Instead she wore a look of determination.

"You can't keep feeding off of him like that."

"I'm not staying. I promise." she said, her voice clear, but quiet. "You wanted to know my name… earlier. I'd forgotten…"

"That's alright. It's not-"

"Nakamura Hina." she said. "I wanted to tell you, before I forgot again."

Aizawa stared at her for a moment, then his features softened and he nodded. "Thank you for coming to tell me."

"I'm going to go now." she said. "I want to find my brother."

"He may not be able to see you." Aizawa warned, his voice steadier than even he expected it to be.

"I know." She looked at Danny's sleeping form and then back at Aizawa. "Thank you for talking to me."

"You're very welcome, Miss Nakamura."

The girl smiled. Nothing big or jubilant, just a small, content smile. Then she took her hand off of Danny and began to walk towards the window, fading away with each step. By the time she reached out to touch the glass, she was nothing but a memory.