AN: Already on to chapter seven. Like I said earlier, don't count on all my updates to happen so fast. But be happy they are for now (:

Disclaimer: Nope, nothing is mine.

"Sam? Sam! SAM!"

Tucker's voice was echoing in my head, but I couldn't find the power to pick up the phone, or say anything for that matter. Finally, when I regained control of my body, I quickly grabbed it, and somewhere I could hear Phantom asking me what was going on.

"Yeah, sorry about that Tuck. I'm fine."

"What was that about? It sounded like you dropped the phone."

"It slipped out of my hands and I accidentally kicked it under my bed."

Hey, I think I'm finally getting better at this whole 'lying' thing.

"Umm, alright. So are we looking at a ghost who wants revenge for his family?"

Tucker's idea was pretty plausible-a soldier whose family was killed and was now seeking revenge. But something didn't seem right. Especially since I was now dealing with Danny's family. I couldn't see his father as being the vengeful type.

"I don't think so, Tuck. If you compare the two pictures, the man you see in both is too…happy to be a murderous ghost. Plus, the pen marks on the man with the family has to mean something. I'm thinking that our man is the second one in the first picture."

"But that makes no sense. Why would a man have a picture of a family that wasn't his? Hey, wait a minute-I found another picture. Oh, this is interesting-it looks like it's the man and woman that had the children, but the man was cut out of the photo-deliberately. And here's another-with the other man and the same woman."

I could slowly see the story fall into place, and I felt that Tucker was thinking the same thing.

"What if this guy is the guy from the first picture, loved the woman, but didn't get her? I know it's far-fetched, but that would definitely be a reason for a ghost to seek revenge."

"Sam, I think you're right. It makes sense; there are a bunch of old photos here, but most of them are just of the woman, or, if the larger man is in it, he's marked out. Obsession, much? Wait-I think I just found something to seal the deal."

"What? What did you find?"

"It looks like a document of death-for one of the children of the photo."

I knew what that meant. It meant that everything Danny had told me when I was a child was true, being killed during the war and all.

"But here's the interesting part. The boy was killed by this Vladmir Masters. I think that screams revenge."

I felt as if everything was melting together, like the final few pieces of a puzzle were being put in place. This ghost obviously wanted Danny's mother as a human, but couldn't get her, so killed her son because he couldn't see them together. Deranged, and very one-track, but it made sense. He probably didn't kill the girl just because it would be considered a crime.

"Okay, so we're looking at a human who loved this woman but she married another man, had two children, and then he took revenge on the man by killing his only son?"

"Apparently the death of a son was a big deal back then. After all, girls weren't allowed to fight. I'm guessing that he felt remorse, though, and let another soldier kill him in battle, because the dates of the boy's death and his own are only a day apart."

This was what confused me to no end. I had met this ghost-he didn't seem like the guilt-stricken type. The ghost was out for complete and total conquest, and if he had felt bad for killing the love of his life's only son, then he wouldn't have returned as a ghost to finish the job.

"I think that there's another mystery here that we can't figure out until we get more clues. Maybe you should just see what else he has on his computer."

"Right. Umm…a few more documents of death-looks like he was keeping up with this family in his afterlife. Madeline Carnegie McClellan Fenton, died at age of 57 during accident. That's weird…she fell out of a three-story building…I think she was trying to commit suicide."

"Or she was murdered."

"What? Why do you think she was murdered?"

"Because I think that a ghost who had always loved her thought that he could be with her forever if she was dead."

Tucker was silent for a moment, and at that point I had completely forgotten of Phantom's existence.

"That makes perfect sense. It says that Jackson Christopher Fenton died shortly after by means of gunshot in the head. Wow, this guy really messed this family up."

"Anything about the daughter?"

"Jasmine Elizabeth Fenton, died at age 78 of natural causes. Looks like she stuck it out-it says she majored in Psychology, didn't follow in the family's business, had a son but divorced the father."

"Family's business? What does that mean?"

"Apparently, Mr. and Mrs. Fenton were obsessed with ghosts. And that object that they had built with Masters was some sort of 'device to tap into the third world, the spirit realm.' When their boy died, they spent years trying to find him. Wow, these guys were really messed up, weren't they?"

I could hear Tucker laugh, but my face was as straight as it could be, because I knew that it was true. After all, I had gone into this world already. But I couldn't let him know, and at this point, the portal didn't seem too important. And, another thing I knew that Tucker didn't-Danny had run away to get away from the man who killed him.

"So, they believed they created a portal connecting the two worlds, and because of that, they felt compelled to chase around ghosts that they could supposedly see?"

"Sounds about right. Looks like Jasmine was probably smart in avoiding it. I bet it hurt to think about ghosts, with both of her parents and her brother dead."

As much as this was interesting to learn about Danny's past, the past he couldn't completely remember, I figured that it was time to try and break into the files. Who knew if we were being watched or monitored, and I really didn't want Tucker getting hurt.

"Tuck, I think you should try to get into those files now. Make some copies of everything else he has, but we don't know how much time we have."

"Will do. Let's see…if I were trying to hide top-secret files on my computer…"

Tucker had a habit of talking to himself, and I laughed slightly. Even though he was about to turn twenty-two, he acted like a kid, and he was the one friend I could trust completely, even if we did argue a lot.

"I think…I…found them! Damn, he's got this thing locked up good. This has to be it."

Even though it was some heavy-duty security, I had faith in Tucker. I mean, he's managed to break into police records before, even the bank-not that he is a criminal or anything. But you would think that if he could break that, he would be able to break this.

"I think some of my software can overwrite his locks-yeah, I'm pretty sure I can do this."

There was a long pause, and I could hear Tucker on the other line hitting random buttons and random beeping that signaled he had gotten through.

"Oh no."

"What? What is it, Tuck?" I could hear the definite sound of a problem in his voice, and it didn't comfort me.

"I need a password."