Heya everyone! Liney is thankfully back in tip top shape, so he shall be responding to the reviews once more! Liney?

Liney: First up is Knightrunner. Oak could simply not help herself, and it's just her style. Sorry for the inconvenience. Second is raethewriter. We will see what's happening to him this chapter. And finally, last but not least, Leonardo DiCaprio. Thanks!

Me: Without further ado, I give you- the next chapter! I don't own DP and enjoy!


Smitty was daintily sweeping off the dust with a duster when his master came into the room.

"Hey Smitty, do you think that some of my friends could come over?" asked Avon. Smitty looked up and nodded.

"Of course master. What are their names so I can greet them properly?"

Avon shrugged as he picked up a pop tart to eat.

"Sam, Danny, Tucker, Rose, and Dani."

Smitty's feather duster dropped to the floor. He coughed and looked up at his master.

"You mean the lads and lassies that were in the hospital with me?" questioned Smitty slowly. Avon raised an eyebrow as the poptart dangled from his mouth.

"Mmmm? Mmm Mmm." he said while nodding. Smitty furrowed his eyebrows in thought.

"Mind if I talk to them? I want a couple answers from them." he asked slowly. Avon shrugged and swallowed his pop tart.

"Sam actually wanted to ask you a few things as well, so that'll work." he said casually. He tossed the poptart package in the trash and headed out the door.

"Sam...Samantha...Samantha Fenton?" Smitty wondered out loud. He picked up his feather duster. "I'll have to ask her that."


Arriving a few hours later, the teens walked into the room with mountains of snacks toppling in their arms. Smitty grabbed a vacuum and a mop for the disaster waiting to happen. The teens comfortably seated themselves upon the floor and began to discuss. Smitty stood still as a statue as he decided to intervene and ask Samantha about her relation to the Fenton lad.

"Um, Samantha?" questioned Smitty. Sam's eyes furrowed in anger at the name, but nodded anyways as she sipped her pop.

"Yes?" she questioned. Smitty coughed as his gaze shifted back and forth between her and Danny.

"Are you Samantha Fenton, like as you were in the dream all six of us shared?"

The disaster that he had predicted earlier came into play. Pop spewed from Sam's mouth as Danny almost choked on his pizza. Tucker and Rose burst out laughing, yet Avon was none the wiser as he looked around confuzzledly.

Sam coughed out a few recognizable words. "M- me? Samantha FENTON?" Her face was neon red along with her boyfriend's.

"I-uh- I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!" declared Danny loudly. Smitty chuckled.

"I assume not then. But what questions did you want to ask of me?" Sam's face slowly returned to normal color as she ignored the snickers of Rose and Tucker.

"I wanted to ask if you believed what anything in that dream could be true, such as...spirits..." she said, choosing her words carefully. Smitty nodded thoughtfully.

"Yes. I've also heard there are half spirits, half man." His gaze cast over to Avon and Danny with a suspicious glare. Danny and Avon gulped in fear. Smitty let out a hearty chuckle.

"But those are just myths! You teenagers have a lot of imagination!" he chuckled. Danny let out a shaky sigh of relief along with Avon. Smitty smiled and grabbed the vacuum cleaner.

"Ay, even I was a...half spirit? Yes, that's what it was. I was a half spirit in the dream, and an evil one at that! Bah! Folklore!" he muttered to himself. He began to clean up the mess and the teenagers discreetly looked at each other, relieved.

"Part one of that plan complete...made sure Smitty didn't know anything..." mumbled Sam under her breath.

Smitty left the room with a smirk on his face as he put the supplies away.

"Silly teenagers...they think I'm just a stupid old butler..." he said to himself. Going into the closet, he transformed into his thirteen year old body, complete with blonde hair. He cackled to himself as he continued his monologue.

"What they didn't know is that I am truly that halfa they saw in that dream. I did get changed by Vlad Masters, and I do want my revenge." Stroking his blonde locks, he sighed as he transformed back into the old butler. He chattered quietly to himself.

"But what do I know? I don't know that Daniel or Avon is a halfa, or that Danielle is as well. I'm just an old man that works for a multimillionaire halfa. Nothing else." A smirk passed over his face as he walked out of the janitor's closet, evil plot forming in mind.


Hehehe...I had too. XD