Author's note: Sorry for the delay on this, didn't find the time or energy, during these last few months.

Amity, a small town. in fact one of the few smallest. Even in my old home town, a farm town, has towers that nearly rival most of the bigger city's. I guess even today humans are still reaching for the heavens. I can say one thing that I really like about this town, variety. Not just the people, for that reason nobody looks twice at a dusty bearded figure strolling towards "Le Cafe Shoppe" the ghosts, or the stores that line the street, but the... "HEY LOOK OUT!"

No sooner had I heard somebody shout, I look up to see two figures. One laughing manically the other staring at me. Lost in thought I failed to realize the large chunk of building that had fallen in my path. After he seemed reassured, he went back to fighting his freaky foe. Much to the delight of some of the onlookers, and dismay coming from the gentleman running the establishment to which I procure my coffee. "AUGH, i can't stand him! Thanks to that punk I have to try and get this boulder from in front of my store!" After a couple of failed attempts to push it away the guy went to grab his phone, I presume to call some expert in rubble removal. "hmm, I really don't have time for this." Moving it was nothing. i don't like to show off, but most of the prying eyes were focused above. 'Ding!' Just as I Entered the now unblocked door. I catch the eye of one of the barista's. "H...How did you do that?" He did not look scared, just bewildered. It is not uncommon for people to have abnormal abilities these days. However those individuals usually have flashy costumes. " Eh, give me wings I fly, give me scales I swim, give me a rock I roll... it out of the way" With that, I got my order and watched as a couple of guys brought a small bulldozer, perfect for scooping up the rubble. Working in construction, seems to be a high paying job in a town such as this.

'Ding!' "Hey Franky, Sorry I'm Late!"

A young boy looking about early 20's Rushes in and steps behind the counter in one fluid , almost rehearsed movement. Had the company apron and stationed himself behind a register. A normal guy by most standards, but he seem to have an unnatural white stripe of hair wrapped around his temples, in contrast to his natural Ebony hair.

"You would not believe the Traf..." "Yeah Yeah shut up, and its Francis, get it right!"

I sat there slowly enjoying my Coffee, still unaware of how time flew by, despite my own time being very slow. However my moment of leisure was dashed away when He caught my attention.

"We don't mind when people stay and enjoy the atmosphere, but we will be closing soon."

Lifting my head up I see the same boy, Dignified by age, yet still holds the smile of a happy child. Ah, Mr Fenton, my apologies i must have dosed of. Or at the very least drifted into memoirs of the past." Despite my dusty appearance, his smile did not waver. I pick myself up and head towards the door. " I'll be off then, be sure to give skulker my regards." Only then did is smile drop for the slightest moment. I grin and tip my hat as I walk out the door, disappearing into what is now a quiet street.

You see, it has been a long time since Danny saved the world, and when he did he revealed his secret. Now though, of those who had known, are now just memory's, and those today that still do, have kept him busy, much like skulker. Of course that does not include any one he has confided with today. I am one of the few from the past that still know and don't fight, Though How much is a few? Are there others that carry this immortal burden?

Late is the night, very much a great view. The quiet streets, the street lamps flickering on as the dusk settles. Hoping to grab a few more items of guilty pleasure I head to the grocery store that is but a few blocks from where I got my coffee. One package of Black liquorice sticks should be good.

"And the store is closed."

I had just turned a corner to a small grocery store. The lights were out, save for a few used crates, there was noth...

"I AM THE BOX GHOST! FEAR...me?" The box ghost, seemed to notice that his target had showed no emotion toward his sudden appearance, despite one of the boxes knocking his hat off. "Ah come on, nothing? Centuries to perfect the art of all cubical like containers, and nothing?!"

As Old Cubert there, was going into a rant, I just picked up and dusted off my hat. He did not notice as I strolled merrily on my way past him. Maybe its the next store that is open this late.