That was just the first court session. The second one is going to be a little tougher. I'm trying to come up with ideas of how the second court session is going to turn out. I think you can see that Danny is not going to sweep through that one easy like the first one. Review please!

The court was in session and Sam and I were at the table. I was very nervous at this point, because one, my parents nor Jazz have replied if they were to be witnesses or not. The only person who has replied was Tucker, Freakshow, and my former nurse. I knew my family was taking their time since they didn't know I, Danny Fenton, wrote the letter. This was making me very irritated.

My witnesses were at the witness stand and I had to make sure my name was confidential. I asked the judge to not mention my name in court before this session since I needed all my witnesses in court before revealing my identity. The judge agreed and understood where I was going. He also understood my problem with not having all my witnesses.

Operative K was showing the judge papers regarding the treatment toward their prisoners. They were humans, but who needed information about the treatment toward ghosts when Sam was human? I just sat on my butt with the papers in front of me. Sam looked at me with question. I just shrugged. I couldn't say anything when there were evidence being given.

"As you can see your honor, we give our prisoners the best healthy environment," Operative K declared. "Fredrick, will you please come to the stand?"

"It's Freakshow," Freakshow replied before I stared at the table, trying not to roll my eyes. "And of course I'll come to the stand."

Freakshow walked up with his clown get up, I don't even know why he would wear, in court. I continued to sit on my butt. The only good news was that showing evidence was already over, finally. I was getting really irritated.

"Do you promise to tell the truth and nothing but the truth?" Operative M asked with a book in his hand while Freakshow's hand was on it.

"Yes," Freakshow replied boredly.

"Cross your fingers, Sam," I whispered.

"How is your hospitality? Do you have food to eat? Water to drink?" Operative K asked.

"You mean the garbage you give me? Yes," Freakshow answered before the audience laughed. I had to cover my mouth to keep from chuckling.

"This isn't a place to clown around, Fredrick."

"Actually, I AM a clown."

"Not here, you're not."

"Well, that's just too dang bad, now isn't it? I happen to still have the coat to prove it," Freakshow smirked. I was smiling while covering my mouth. The court was turning into a circus.

"Can we continue?" The judge asked.

"Sure," Operative K replied. "Have you been dissected or harmed in any physical way?"

"No. If you did I would make sure you regretted it," Freakshow threatened.

"That will be all," K said before sitting down.

"Is there anything you'd like to say, 29?" The judge asked.

"Actually, there is," I replied. "May I speak to the witness?"

"You may," the judge allowed.

"This should be interesting," Freakshow muttered, knowing who I was.

"I heard you stole the reality gauntlet, am I right?" I asked.

"Correct," Freakshow replied. "Although, I don't see the meaning of this case."

"Maybe if you stopped clowning around you would," I smirked before the audience started chuckling. "How did you get a hold of the reality gauntlet?"

"K and O found the gauntlet and asked me if I knew what it did. I did and I explained what it did and showed a demonstration. They aren't the sharpest pencils in the box."

"Right. They must've been desperate to have you demonstrate what this dangerous item did."

"Desperate? They threatened to harm Lydia if I didn't show them. Although, I made sure they never harmed her. They don't treat ghosts likely. Even you would know that."

"Objection!" K shouted. "This has nothing to do with the case."

"It does, actually. Not only were you irresponsible to Lydia, but you let Freakshow escape by letting him use a weapon that could destroy us into nonexistence!"

"For one thing, the law does not say we can't torture ghosts and two, we have the right to ask prisoners for information. Our top scientists have done tests on the gauntlet and it was declared to be safe. Letting Freakshow escape was not our fault."

"That will be enough," The judge declared. "29, he is right about one thing. The gauntlet was tested and declared to be out of power. The fault of Freakshow's escape was already discussed over two years ago. You can't have that as evidence that the Guys in White prison is unhealthy for Sam Manson."

"Right," I replied. "Then that will be all. You can go back to the witness chair," I told Freakshow before he stepped off the stand, and then I looked at my former nurse. "Miss. Susan, you you step up to the stand?"

"I will be honored," Miss. Susan replied and said her oath.

"I understand that you are a nurse. What type of patients do you deal with?" Danny asked.

"Some of them are humans and some are ghosts. They're some of our prisoners we keep at the Guys in White facility."

"Interesting. As a nurse, what is your primary job?"

"Surgeon. Cutting open."

"Have you cut open for dissection?"

"I have."

"Were any of them humans?"

"... one was. His name was Danny Fenton. He was on sleeping gas and I was to cut him open. By that time, he was in human form and they said that he was in human disguise. When I cut him open, however, red blood came out. I couldn't do it and I didn't even finish the job. My doctor had to do it for me. They thought it was a trick. I begged them to stop cutting him open and to sew him back together. I knew that this boy was not just a ghost, he was human. The blood had proven that."

"What do you think would've happened if you had not stopped them?"

"They would've killed him."

"Objection your honor!" K shouted.

"What is your objection?" The judge asked.

"We have no intention of killing a human," K replied.

"What if this human was a ghost?" I asked. "You and your organization would've killed this boy despite the fact that he was human. He was a ghost, so why would it matter to you? All ghosts are the same."

"That will be all," The judge declared. "Will you continue, 29."

"My pleasure, your honor," I replied before going to Miss. Susan. "Do you think that the prison cell in the Guys in White facility will be safe for Miss. Manson. She's not a ghost or half ghost."

"No," Susan replied.

"Why?"

"She works for a ghost. Sam Manson will not be dissected, but she will be beaten brutally."

"Didn't Freakshow declare that he was not mistreated? He works for a ghost."

"Not really. Fredrick controls ghosts, so for all anyone knows, Lydia could've been controlled."

"Do you have evidence to prove this?"

"I do."

Sam gave me the tapes Miss. Susan had as evidence. They were prison tapes of the different prisoners that worked for ghosts. I gave them to the judge.

"May we see the tapes?" I asked.

"Go ahead," the judge declared.

I put the tape into the tape player and the screen showed a prison cell of a human in prison. It was one of a woman in her thirties. An agent came to the chamber, opened the gate, and kept slapping the woman over and over again. The audience was horrified at this scene. I paused the tape.

"This is what will happen to Miss. Manson," I told the jury.

"What do you have to say?" The judge asked.

"I won't object that this did happen to that woman," K said truthfully before walking up to the judge with documents. "... but our agent that brutally beat up that woman was fired, if you take a look at these papers. You cannot declare this as evidence that Miss. Manson will be treated this way if our officer, that did this, was fired for that act."

When he said that, I knew something was up. Those documents had to be fake. I felt helpless, because I had nothing else to say.

"What do you say about this?" The judge asked me.

"No farther questions, sir," I said.

"Court dismissed."