Something's soft. Something's breathing. It's not dark, but not bright either.

Slowly, I open my eyes. First thing I see is something not white. Not green, not red, not black. I blink several times, trying to place the color. It reminds me of… The sky! When I'd seen it briefly, it had been black, but there was a slim shot of this color… It was… um. Not black. Blue!

Pleased at my placement of the color, I reach for it, to see if I can move. My hand comes into view, and I notice there's no long a shredded remain of a glove on it. It also has some kind of needle in, covered in tape and leading to a tube. The liquid inside is clear, and it doesn't appear to be burning me inside, so I don't pull it out. Yet.

I move my other hand, with a lot less success. It kind of flops into view, covered in stiff white material. I poke it with my other hand. No pain. There's no movement in the wrapped hand, though.

I notice the same material around my upper arm with the hand that can move. My eyes roam up, and I see a person sitting on a chair. A boy. Dark skin, like… What was his name, Waterlad. No, it started with an A. Agua… Aqualad. Aqualad. Like him. But it's not him. He's wearing a hat, glasses. T-shirt and jeans. He's fast asleep.

There's another boy, too, awake. He reminds me of- no he is - the boy who saved me from the lab. I recognize this cape, which is dangling onto the floor, as he is laying on the armrests, tapping away at a cell phone. His hair is black and he wears a mask over his eyes. He has a suit with a red top and black pants and some heavy duty boots. Then there's his belt. It's got everything in there.

Keeping my gaze on him, I watch how he flicks through his phone as if nothing keeps his interest, grinning sometimes and frowning in frustration at other times. I don't trust my voice, so I wait for him to notice me.

"URGH," he groans, flipping his body so he's sitting upright. He clenches his mouth and looks over to the boy with a grimace.

Then he glances at me and gives a start. His phone disappears into his belt and he gives a nervous grin. "Hey. How long have you been up?"

I shrug.

"Do you need anything?"

"Water?" My voice sounds horrible. Lack of use, maybe, too much screaming. Who knows? The boy nods and shouts "you got it!" before launching off the chair and running over to a sink. He fills a cup halfway and darts back over to me, holding it out proudly.

"Do you need help?" he asks when he sees the indecision on my face.

"No," I snap. I don't need help drinking water. Psh. My hand shakes as I raise it, but I grab the cup and hold it on my own. The boy gives me a proud look when I successfully drink it without spilling any.

"Anymore?"

"Yes." He beams and runs to get me another glass. He's very peppy, I decide. Like a cheerleader. "Thanks," I say when he hands me the glass again. Drinking water feels amazing, and he was considerate enough to make it cold.

"You probably want to talk to Tucker, huh?" he asks, setting the glass down beside me. "And Jazz! I can go get her for you!"

"Um, who?" Immediately, I know it's the wrong thing to say. The boy freezes up. "I mean, yes. I would like to talk to them," I correct hurriedly.

"Do you know who they are?" he asks in a hushed voice. Slowly, a shake my head. "Nothing? Geez, Batman told me your mind might be messed up but he didn't say this much… He and the others were pulled away on a League-wide mission, and Tucker was asleep and Jazz was gone, so they didn't hear about it…"

"What your name?" I ask, if just to change the topic.

"Robin." He's still distracted. "What's yours?" With that question he focuses in on my face, his strange mask staring me right in the face.

I don't want to answer "I don't know" again, but I don't, so I search for a sound. Robin becomes increasingly more worried the longer it takes me. "F- No. D- Gh- Alright. Fine. I don't know. Do you?"

He nods. He opens his mouth to reply, but the other boy, who was sleeping, jerks up and shouts it for him. "DANNY!" he screams. It's a little grating for my ears, but I don't say anything. The guy rushes forward, eyes shining.

"Danny?" I repeat. Yes, that's my name. Sounds like it. It fits. Danny. Not Daniel, though. "Yes, Danny works."

The guy blinks several times. Then he turns to Robin, mouth open in question. Robin looks down at the ground as he answers, "Batman said his mind was all messed up. His memories are gone."

An awkward silence descends. "Er… So Danny. What's my last name?"

"Phantom," mutters the guy. "Danny Phantom."

"I'm curious," announces Robin, looking up again. "When you tried guessing your name, you almost said Danny or Phantom. But you almost made a "Gh" sound. What was that?"

I shrug, hopeless.

"GhostBoy," the guy answers for me. "His video game name."

Video games… A spider, techno-spider… My head suddenly pounds, and I give a small grimace. Robin notices. "You okay?" I nod, but there's another pain. "It's okay to not be. You went through a lot, there's bound to be some relapses."

"Headache," I say in response. He nods, as if expecting it.

"Happens with electrocution," he chats as he goes over to a line of drawers and opens one. I can feel the cold from here and it feels amazing. "Electrical synapses are interrupted and rerouted, or something. Usually we'd give you pain killers, but they don't really work on you, so here's an ice pack."

He comes back over and hands me a turquoise blue pack of frozen gel. I squeeze it in my hand, wondering how it stays squishy when it's cold. When another pain hits the back of my head, I try to get the pack to my head.

I have a cast. Getting the ice pack to my head doesn't work.

The other guy, with the weird hat, he takes it from me and places it behind my head. I give a thanks and he nods, stiffly. They keep staring at me.

"So, um… What's your name?" I ask the unidentified boy.

He closes his eyes as if it's painful to look at me, then he mutters, "Tucker. Foley."

"Tucker…" I repeat. "Um, nice to re-meet you. Sorry I don't remember. I do remember forgetting, though. I made a choice. Maybe the memories will come back."

"Yeah," he says, but he doesn't sound convinced. "Maybe."

Robin looks between us with a frown. "Even if they don't on their own, we have a bunch of psychics." I give him a panicked look, and he quickly corrects himself. "You don't have to use them, or trust them. It's good if you want to wait for them to come back. There are whole bunches of ways to help an amnesiac. Tucker, why don't you tell Danny a little bit about himself?"

I turn my attention back to Tucker. My headache is being tamed by the cold, but it still aches at the back of my head. Yet I can't bring myself to send away this Tucker guy. He looks so heartbroken that I don't recognize him. It's not like I can help it! But it can't hurt to listen, I guess. Maybe he'll tell me about my other self. "Yeah, what was I like?"

Tucker gives a small smile before he launches into a long winded story. "Well, we were with you when you died. You're a ghost, you know. Electrocuted to death, sorry 'bout that. Sam and I were so freaked out when you stumbled out with an entirely new look. Sam, by the way, she's our other friend. We're a trio, us and her. She's a goth, black hair, dark makeup. She's Ultra-Recyclo Vegetarian, whatever the heck that means-"

I don't know why I say it. "Nothing with a face on it."

Tucker's reaction is instantaneous and loud. "YOU REMEMBER!" he shrieks. My headache pounds again, and I growl, my hand going to my head. Robin looks worryingly at him.

"That was a little loud."

"I don't remember," I insist. "I just know what Ultra-Recyclo Vegetarian means, sheesh."

"Oh." He deflates. "Do you want me to go on?"

"No. Thank you." I want to sleep.

Robin guesses that. "Let's let him rest," he prompts Tucker. "He's gone through a lot. He probably didn't want to talk to people in the first place."

Tucker nods, and they leave, Robin turning the light off as he passes through.

**Man, I wish Danny Phantom and Young Justice were mine, but they're not. They go to their respective creators.**