A/N: Well, many people got the answers, but the first person to say the answer to the question of why Danny burst into the room was Rebecca the Animorph. The person to answer all of the questions was Pharaonin. Congrats! Well, a lot of other people also got the answers correct, but they were the firsts! Well, one with the chapter!

"Well, I'll be downstairs, okay?" Danny said, standing. Andrew nodded, a slight smile lighting on his face. Danny hesitated a second before leaving, but did so. He closed the door behind him. Outside, Sam waited.

"Anything?" she asked. Danny shook his head.

"Andrew's fine," he mumbled. "There was no ghost in there. I don't get it. My ghost sense has never failed me before." Sam looked at him, then looked at Alice's door. Danny followed her gaze and sighed. He walked over to Sam and hugged her.

"Sam, Alice is okay, I sensed the ghost in Andrew's room, not Alice's," he said. Sam sighed, laying her head on his chest.

"Danny, I just don't know what to think anymore," she mumbled. Danny sighed as well, thinking.

I need a sign, any type of confirmation, please, he thought. As if he expected someone to answer his prayer, but the last thing he wanted was for either Alice of Andrew to have to face the burden of having ghost powers. It wasn't something you could just live with. He'd faced dozens of strange beings - ghosts - that have kept him from enjoying the time he had with his friends, family, loved ones. Before, he would sometimes disappear without being able to tell anyone; it worried both him and Sam. He sometimes feared he might not come back. But, after making a second truce with some of the ghosts, the attacks decreased and he had a more normal life. If only it could have stayed that way.

The screen flickered, static overcame the happy picture. A figured drummed his fingers on the control panel of the screen, watching. "This little, happy moment, will be over soon," he mumbled, his voice cold and hoarse. He hit the screen, setting the picture back to normality. He looked at the other screens. One screen showed waves of sound coming from Alice's room. This figure had implanted a hearing device in Alice's room while everyone was out of the house. He'd been monitoring sound waves ever since. He grinned slightly at the sound of her. She was mumbling a few incoherent words, the slight sound of music in the background.

He looked at another screen, one with a view of the kitchen. This guy had nearly every room of that house wired. On his many visits, he'd implanted miniature cameras that were barely visible to the naked eye. He'd put them on the general areas: living room, kitchen, and the lab. He'd installed listening devices in the rooms as well. In addition, he'd even installed a few things to the ghost portal so he'd know every time someone opened it for any reason. So far no one had figured out any of it, and he planned for it to remain that way.

He continued to drum his fingers, observing the screens, grinning to himself a slightly fanged-smile.

Meanwhile, back at FentonWorks, Alice was back in her room, totally oblivious to all that was happening. She was listening to music, lying on her back on her bed, eyes closed, arms behind her head, and one leg crossed over the other, pulled up slightly. "I will forgive, but I won't forget. And I hope you know, you lost my respect," she sang, the words slightly slurred because she was mumbling.

She opened her eyes, looking at the ceiling. It was only twelve-thirty. She still had to wait nearly ten hours to go to Casper High and get those darn newspapers. She sighed and looked at her stereo. Her favorite song was playing, why couldn't she just listen and forget everything? Grimacing slightly, she sat up, looking around her, looking at the posters, every detail. Why did this place suddenly seem too different? As if something had changed? Ever since the dreams started, she'd been having different views of everything.

For example, at school they had just made a new debate team and she used to be so good at it. Now, however, every time she tried to score one for her team, she always ended up saying something like "Well, they do have a point" and "I'm sorry, but I have no comment." She was no longer herself, and everyone on the team was noticing. But she had no reason for it other than she had been having all the weird dreams every night for seven nights in a row.

Sighing, Alice scooted to the edge of the bed and just sat that for a second, thinking. She decided a nap was in order. Besides, she had a long night ahead. She grabbed the remote to her stereo and turned off the music. She stretched and yawned slightly. She lied back down and made herself comfortable. A few hours of sleep should do her some good.

Back with Joseph, little Joseph was doing some extra research on-line. What about, who knows. What I will tell you is that if he's studying to be some sort of physician, he'll be perfect for the job. On the screen of his computer were complicated formulas. He read them over again and again to make sure they were correct. Turning his roller chair so he'd be facing another table with beakers of a powder-like substance, liquid, and what seemed to be an empty pill-capsule.

He held the liquid up to the light and looked at it. With his other hand he wrote something down on a notepad that was next to him. He scribbled down a few letters and numbers. What is he doing?

E/N: I like this chapter. It's short, but totally...informative in a way. Hope you all know how to read between the lines!

--Airamé Phantom