So much suspense for one story. Let's hope that Danny can move Sam's sentence to a different location. Remember, Sam will still be in jail, but this case is about where she is to be sentenced. Just a little reminder in case any of you guys get confused. Review please!

There was a huge amount of time for me to wait. The jury obviously had to decide in the Jury Room. Until the Jury makes their decision, the only option I had was to get on with my life and wait. There never was patients within me. Even my roommates knew that.

Freddie was playing his computer games on the computer while Paul was doing his homework. All I did was throw a baseball on the ceiling and caught it. This usually meant I was bored or impatient. Freddie did turn and gave me a smile. I just shrugged.

All of a sudden, there was a knock on our dorm room door. I caught my ball before rolling my eyes.

"I swear, if it's Rachel, tell her I'm in the restroom," I said loudly with a hint of annoyance.

"Danny, I know you're not in your happy mood, but you can at least be nice," Paul glared.

"You're only saying that, because you're waiting for a kiss."

"And I'm saying it as a friend."

Paul obviously answered the door. Luckily, it wasn't Rachel. Thank goodness. It was actually two Operatives and three people behind them. Paul cocked his eyebrows.

"Did one of us do something wrong?" Paul asked.

"Whatever it was it wasn't me!" Freddie defended himself.

"Actually, there are visitors who wish to see Operative 29," Operative H replied.

"This is he. Who wants to see me?" I asked from my bunk bed.

"We do," Jazz replied before pushing herself between Operatives H and F.

I jumped off my bunk bed right away and gave my sister the biggest hug ever. I missed her like crazy and now I could see her again after two years. I could hear Jazz weeping with tears of joy. I did not blame her for crying, I was about to cry myself. After I hugged Jazz, I saw my parents. Mom and Dad had aged in years, but that didn't matter to me. I hugged them both.

"Danny, I can't believe it's you!" Mom cried, also weeping in tears.

"I missed you guys too," I replied. "I'm so sorry I lied to you two about being a ghost. If you guys would've know, this whole mess probably wouldn't have happened."

"Danny, your arrest wasn't anything we could control whether we knew or not," Dad explained. "The important thing is that you came out okay. Look at you. I couldn't be anymore prouder."

"Yeah," I said before rolling my eyes. "This isn't exactly my idea of work. Ironically, I actually like working here. It's about time somebody started telling the people here that not all ghosts are bad."

"You always were the forgiving type of person. Never held a grudge," Jazz complimented.

"She's right, you know," Paul smirked.

"I can't say you're wrong about that," I agreed. "I still wanna know why you didn't reply right when I sent you a witness notice."

"At first, we refused to be witnesses, but when we heard about the outcome of the second sentence, we decided it was time we took part," Jazz replied.

"We thought you were one of those lawyers who was going to purposely have Sam lose the case, we didn't know you were our son," Dad admitted.

"What your father's trying to say is we decided, after the second case, that if we did participate, whatever you were planning, Sam might win the case. I have to say, that was clever what you did. You really do make a great lawyer," Mom complimented.

"Thanks, but I couldn't do it alone. My new friends helped me along the way. Speaking of which, they're right here. Paul and Freddie," I introduced.

"How do you do?" Paul greeted before shaking my folk's hands.

"Please to meet you," Dad grinned, like usual.

"I really missed you guys," I smiled.

"We missed you too, Danny," Jazz replied.

I had never been so happy to see my family again. This was better than being bailed out of jail. I took my folks to visit Sam and they were happy to see she was doing okay. I also had Mr. and Mrs. Manson see their daughter time and time again before the final court session. They were especially surprised to see me, a Guy in White agent. Jeremy liked the costume.

I told Sam's parents everything that had happened. About how I became Sam's lawyer, how I was to move Sam's jail time to another building, and the three court sessions. Jeremy and Pam were thankful that I was their daughter's lawyer, since they feared that I was no different than the Guys in White agents. I was especially surprised to hear that coming from them, because of the time they wrote a restraining order on me. I asked them about that, Pam claimed she took out the restraining order mainly because she realized that even though I was rude to her and Jeremy at one time, I really liked Sam. All they wanted was for their daughter to be happy.

It was probably three hours before Mr. and Mrs. Manson left. One and a half hour for seeing their daughter and the rest with me talking to them about the conditions they were to have here. Even that was a lot to tell. I was the lawyer and it was my job to explain these things to the parents. They had Sam's custody papers.

I also happened to discover, from a private meeting with the judge, why my parents weren't notified of my bail. Even though I was working for the Guys in White agency and they weren't happy about it, there was still a chance that if I made one slip up that I would be back in my cell. If my parents knew I bailed out, having my custody papers, they could send me out of the Guys in White facility despite the court orders. Moving back with my parents, I could hire a lawyer myself if I did make a slip up. Working for the Guys in White agency, on the other hand, I was on my own with no lawyer. The Operatives underestimated me. Sam made a slip up, but I didn't and became her lawyer. The first court session taught the Operatives that I was smarter than they thought.

My parents didn't send me out of the Guys in White facility. Despite the fact I was being watched for any slip up moves, I never made one. Even if I did, the worst place the Operatives could take me was detention for practical jokes on the teachers. Usually, the teachers I did practical jokes on where the ones that hunted me in the past or hated me for being a ghost. Even in detention, I never used my powers to escape detention, so I was not doing anything criminal as far as those guys were concerned. I was just being a teenager.

Rachel and I, after the third court session, never talked to each other. Rachel would start getting emotional on me, but I let it slide off. Eventually, after three days, we never spoke to each other again. There would be people asking me if I hated Rachel. I told them I didn't, but I wasn't her friend either. Our friendship was never going to work. Rachel liked me too much and I was too annoyed with her. There was little interest I had with her.

The day before the final court session, I got the papers ready and crossed my fingers. The day felt longer than usual.