Sam was never one could let things go easily.

She clutched the purple book close to her chest, staring straight ahead into nothing. These days it felt like the book was the only thing keeping her together. Loosing herself within the tiny text she could reread the same chapter for hours. Maybe if she memorized the section on bog mummies perfectly Danny would come back. At this point she was willing to try anything.

Anything to forget what she just told, to enter a world where there was still hope Danny was out there, anything.

Danny's mom had come over to tell her what they found out, that they found Danny's body after three weeks of nothing, after three weeks of not knowing where he was or what happened to him. Now they knew he was dead. Now they were going to bury him.

No.

Sam felt tears well up in her eyes. She hadn't cried once since she first noticed Danny was gone. Perhaps it was the hope of his return that had kept her together, but that was gone now. Sam felt her chest tighten sharply, she gasped dryly, her breathing was shaky and rough.

Sam cried.

The funeral was short. The day was bleak and cold. Danny's mother did a speach, as did his sister. Tucker refused to say anything, clearly doing everything he could not to cry, and Sam only stared at the funeral guests silently from her place at the stand for a minute, then walk back to her seat silently. The adults understood, they had lost their best friend.

When they lowered danny's casket into the ground, burying it, Sam finally broke into tears, punching a tree next to her hard, bruising her hand badly. She leaned against the tree for a few seconds, breathing heavily, then punched it three more times, her knuckles now bleeding.

Tucker was shaking. He didn't know what to do. He felt sick and dizzy. Danny was officially gone. His body lowered into the ground and buried. He look at Sam, who sobbing against a tree, knuckles bleeding from punching the bark. Danny's mom was also looking at Sam, clearly concerned but didn't know how to help her. Danny various aunts and uncles and other relatives stood around in groups, talking softly about what a good boy Danny had been.

Tucker felt the urge to scream.

"Hey Tucker." A hand placed itself on Tucker's shoulder. It was Jazz. "How are you holding up?"

"Fine." Tucker snapped. He pushed Jazz's hand off his shoulder. His face flushed, looking away "sorry"

"It's ok," said Jazz "he was your best friend, you have every right to be upset and emotionally unstable"

Tucker sighed, Jazz was bottling everything up, she was probably feelung worse than he was.

"He was your brother, are... are you going to be ok?" Tucker asked

Jazz smiled sadly.

"I'll be alright, Danny wouldn't want to break down. I'll keep going, it's what he would have wanted." Jazz wiped away a tear, a hiccup choked her words.

A scream ripped through the brisk air, Jazz and Tucker turned towards it. Sam was stomping the ground, kicking up grass, sobbing.

"Danny you idiot! You're dead! You're fucking dead! What where you thinking!?"

"Sam isn't taking it well." Jazz said softly.

Tucker felt tears fall silently down his cheeks. He wanted to freak out like Sam was, but freaking out was Sam's thing Tucker didn't throw temper tantrums like Sam did, Tucker would pull stupid stunts as much as Sam did, but when he pulls a stunt it's calculated, and usually in response to one of Sam's stunts. Then Danny would swoop in and make things better.

Tucker didn't feel like reacting to Sam's freak out this time.

Tucker traded his usual yellow sweater for a black t shirt and grey/orange zip up jacket he found at the back of his closet, the once too large jacket now fit nicely. Tucker felt had to do something to feel in control of his life again, and the jacket did help, a little bit.

Sam got her hair cut, her bangs now more even and neat. Her purple tights had gotten ripped, so she traded them for green, as well as wearing green lipstick after her purple stick had run out.

Tucker wanted Danny back, he wanted Danny to just come through the door grinning his beautiful grin and make everything ok again.

It was raining that day, so Sam and Tucker spent their free period in the library. Sam flipped through her book. Tucker knew Sam wanted Danny back too, but she was on a different level of desperate.

Sam tilted the book towards Tucker so he could see it better. On the page was a diagram for a ritual that apparently could summon the souls of the dead.

"We can do it, we can bring him back." Sam said quietly, almost wisspering. Tucker's brows knit together in concern.

"Sam, I don't even think this stuff is for real, do you really think I'm going to help you bring Danny back to life?"

"Not back to life ideot, bring back his soul. His body is no longer fit to hold his spirit, but we can bring him back without his body, we can bring him back as a ghost."

Tucker slumped down in his seat. He didn't like how Sam was talking. The two of them were always closer to Danny then eachother, with him gone they had become closer, but Tucker sometimes wished he could cut Sam out of his life for good. Tucker wished he could cut everyone out of his life, be completely alone for good.

"What do we have to loose? If you're right and it doesn't work then nothing happens, if I'm right than we get Danny back. You do want Danny back, right?" Asked Sam.

Tucker's face twisted into a glare. He didn't like how she was guilt tripping him. Of course he wanted Danny back! How could she ask something like that? But he wasn't just about to do some stupid cult shit.

"Come to grave yard tonight, I'm doing this with or without you. Be there by nine or don't come at all." Sam snapped the book shut, putting it in her bag and getting up from the table. She pushed in her chair and proceeded to exist the library.

Tucker put his head down on the table.

Paulina walked up to the table, looking at Tucker expectantly. Tucker raised his head just to glare. "What?" He snapped.

"Me and Sam are supposed to be working on a project together. Where did she go?"

Tucker pointed at the library doors, still glaring. Paulina smiled a nasty smile and skipped out of the library.

Maybe he will meet Sam at the graveyard tonight, just to keep her from doing something stupid.

More stupid than usual.