Yo, what's up? Yeah, havent been updating ANY of my stories, so sorry! But a review from someone- whose name escapes me now, sorry again- a few days ago- which i only noticed today, havent been getting online a lot either- has reminded me of these many stories... I was wondering why it only said review up to chapter 1, never realized i never put in the other chapters...

So anyway, had this already done a while back (no idea how long ago) and i just added a sentence or two to what i had of the next chapter, pretty much sum up their meeting and everything... Anyway, I'm thinking of devoting a day a week to different stories- like one day for this story, another for the other stories crammed into my head... Yay or nay? will put up poll on that idea... until then, will just put in whatever time i have to whatever stories i have an idea for...

Have i said the disclaimer yet? No? then, I do not own DP or Animorphs- I've changed my mind considerably about the DP characters since my last update, so if I did own DP or Animorphs, there would be a LOT of changes, especially to DP.

Anyway, enough of me, just read the (short) chapter already and (complain/worship (if anyone does the second I'll be shocked!)) in your review!

CHAPTER TWO

This morning I had waken up in the run down apartment building to seeing an unfamiliar face lying down next to me.

My first reaction was "YEERK!!!!" and moving away as quickly as possible.

My second reaction was "Is that a woman?!"

And my third reaction was "How the heck did she get here and not wake me up?"

I sat a safe distance away, making sure that I couldn't get hurt if she ended up being an enemy.

The woman had short black hair with a silver streak, shorter than I would have expected, wore a black shirt and slightly bigger than her size jeans. One sneaker was worn out and half off her foot, her other shoe looked like a silver boot that was also worn. She couldn't have been much older than me, which would make her in her late 20s.

She stirred and sat up, rubbing her eyes which were bright neon green like a certain some one's. She stretched and her mid-drift showed for a moment before she brought her arms back down to her side. After a while she noticed me and moved backward as well.

But that wasn't the only thing she did.

She had also gone right through a wooden beam that was behind her.

I blinked a few times. Was she...

I shook my head. It couldn't be.

Right?

I stared, confused and curious, at the woman and she stared back at me, scared, half her back and arms inside the wooden beam.

"What are you?" I asked her. "Are you... a ghost?" I hadn't seen one since that day and haven't said the word in a few years. Currently no one has seen one, and many hope that it would stay this way. But they probably would rather have ghosts than alien mind controlling aliens.

The woman looked like she paled even more, and then moved forward enough so that she wasn't in the wood. "Y... Yes." She stuttered.

Inching slightly closer, I put my hands out in front of me to show her I had nothing. "I won't hurt you." I stated. I wouldn't unless she was a Yeerk. "Who are you? Tell me your name."

She looked downwards, and answered in a voice so low that I couldn't hear. She repeated her name again, this time higher so I actually got it this time. "Danielle. Danielle Phantom."

I stopped moving closer, as if there was suddenly a wall between her and me. "Danielle... You're... You're Danny's clone." I said softly, not believing it.

A phantom.

The first ghost I've seen.

The first person I've seen that hasn't been a Controller.

And the first person of my family I've seen.