Danny stared at the door sadly. If he had been more alert maybe she wouldn't be this way. But she was, she was lost in a world that didn't exist. She screamed for him every so often, they stopped trying to take him away from her. She had longed since turned her world into her own version of reality.

He would come to her everyday, knowing that it was him that she wanted. But every time he did, she'd smile at him but would continue playing with the small doll. He wasn't sure where she got it, but she had it. It was a definite resemblance of him, or his better known alter ego.

She would twist the movable limbs in her pale hands and she sat like a child playing with the toy on the floor. The little Danny Phantom action figure she loved it so much, and she said it loved her back. He often watched her play with it, like a toddler, it was hers and she loved it. Sometimes when he visited she had made little paper cut outs resembling others she knew even some of herself. She'd made of a few of him in human form and she'd weave stories as he came to visit.

She knew all of them intimately but she acted as though she wasn't aware her little characters were real. As far as she was concerned she had made them up all by herself. Danny didn't remember too well on why she snapped she just did, some said it was everything she repressed that took it's toll, others claimed that she'd always been slightly insane. Danny didn't know.

Danny finally walked through the doors of the institution and walked to the receptionist. A familiar woman smiled as he approached the desk.

"Come to see Miss. Manson, Danny?" Danny nodded, as if he was here for anything else. "She's where she always is. Go on in."

Danny smiled and went through the doors without a word, he saw her sitting quietly at a table, this time she had the action figure along with little cut outs. He sat at the table beside her. She smiled at him warmly and she unfolded her hands.

"You came," She greeted him warmly, she still wasn't aware that he was her best friend Danny. She seemed so lost that she just figured him to be a kind stranger who liked to listen to her.

"I always do." He said with a smile.

"Ok." She exclaimed as she excitedly picked up the figures in her hands her voice sounded childish her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Sammy is going to tell you a story about a meanie girl name Valerie and her best friend Danny." She stated picking up the Danny cut out and the Valerie cut out, it always amazed him how real and detailed they were.

"Danny never listened to Sammy because he didn't know she loved him. So he broke her heart." She sighed pushing the Sam cut out to the side and made the Valerie and Danny ones appear to dance with each other. "He didn't care that Valerie hated Danny Phantom and tried to kill him, Sammy did. Sammy always cared." She continued on with her story.

Danny listened intently and sat leaning his elbow on the table with his hand holding his chin up. He knew the story well, it took place two years ago when he was fourteen. One of his odder experiences with Technus.

He watched her play it out with great accuracy and detail quoting everyone correctly and adding in her emotions at the time. It pained him to watch her and listen to her. His heart ached as the girl he loved told him how much he had hurt her without ever knowing it.

"In the end Danny told Sammy to hold the ring because she took so good care of it. She knew it said Sam in it, and it rightfully belonged to her. She called him clueless because she was immature and she always really hoped that maybe one day he would catch on. Sammy walked away hoping one day that he would put it on her finger, it was ugly, but it was beautiful in its on way. Sammy left it in her draw until he asked for it again, she knew he wouldn't but she hoped...Sammy always hoped." Sam finished with a smile setting down the figures.

Danny drew his lips into a smile and parted the black hair from her face and stared into her sparkling innocent amethyst eyes. "That was a really great story." He said lovingly.

"Thank you." She smiled and blushed and then her attention drifted into excitement again. "Hey wanna hear another!"

Danny shook his head. "I'm sorry but I have to go."

The girl pouted and looked sad. Her world seemed gray again as it always turned when he left. He took her chin and made her eyes meet with his. "Don't worry I'll come back, I always come back. Tomorrow you can tell me two stories ok?"

Sam smiled and nodded her head. "Hug on it." She said.

Danny nodded and hugged her tightly before getting up to leave. As he headed for the door he looked and saw her playing the figures again, she crumpled up the Valerie one and smiled as she played with her Danny Phantom one. Danny closed the door and walked out of the sanctuary that she dwelled in.

He got into his car and crumpled into the steering wheel and cried, like he did every day, mourning the loss of his once majestic Sam, who he shamefully reduced to the childish story weaver.

"What have I done Sam...what?" He sobbed, he wished that he could just save her.

But Danny soon regained his composure, knowing Sam was content in her plastic fantasy. Because the Danny she believed in loved her without complications, he was just a toy. Danny sighed knowing he could never love her that way, but he loved her. He went to her everyday and loved her as much as he could. She appreciated it but often reminded him that no one could match her Danny.

And he always smiled and nodded, he knew that.

Let's just go with the fact that I am insane. So very insane.