AN: So updates might be a bit slow now. Just warning you guys.

Again, nothing is mine.

I think my brain had completely shut down, and it must have looked like it too, because I could see out of the corners of my eyes that Phantom was moving up and coming to look at my computer screen. Sad to say, I hadn't quite yet made the connection-sure, the number sounded familiar, but my focus had been centered in on the fact that right in front of me was proof, and a connection.

"Wait-1007…" I could hear Phantom's voice echoing in the back of my head, but it took a few minutes before I could get the feeling back in my body. At that point, I slowly turned to meet his eyes, which were as wide-rimmed as mine were.

I felt myself being sent back in time as I was greeted with the all-too-familiar memory of the small, black-haired ghost boy being ripped away from our existing plane. Over and over, my mind kept etching his face, juxtaposing it beside that of the ghost that was in front of me. There was no freaking way that this was real. And, for once, my mind was rationalizing.

Danny had told me that he had existed sometime during the Civil war, which provided evidence to the sheer fact that he couldn't age. He had already died, which meant he was forever a child. So it was impossible that the young adult that was a few feet away from me could have possibly been the same Danny that I had lost.

There were also the obvious differences in appearance; Danny had deep black hair and icy blue eyes, and Phantom's hair was whiter than snow and his eyes glowed a creepy apple green. But those different traits were irrelevant, because a ghost didn't age.

"Sam? Sam!"

Tucker's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, and my attention quickly turned back to him, not daring to meet Phantom's eyes. I could tell that he was confused as hell, and he was looking for answers, so I tried my best to hide the distraught tone of my voice as I talked to Tucker.

"Sorry, I…dropped the phone."

"Again?"

Damn, I had already used that excuse. I couldn't think straight any more-well, not like I ever really thought straight to begin with, but my thoughts were incoherent and all staggered.

"Err…yeah. Some of this stuff is just…I mean, I didn't think I'd get emotionally involved, but it's pretty harsh."

"Fortunately, I think this is probably the worst of them. Man, this guy is psycho. He captured ghosts to run experiments on them, apparently."

I forced myself to read through the entries, my eyes slowly becoming wet. This was Danny. My Danny. And from the day that he was taken from me, Plasmius, the deranged psychopath that took him away, ran tests on him.

April 21, 1995

1007 is responding well to the artificial ectoplasm, although he broke out into hives at the injection spot, which leads me to believe that his PH balance is not of normal proportions. I successfully removed pure ectoplasm from him before injection, and I placed it with the other vials that I have taken, for later uses. Meanwhile, my project on locating Madeline has turned up dry, and I fear that she is no longer in the Ghost Realm, or she is hiding.

July 15, 1995

After carefully measuring out the chemicals, I injected a steroid-basic compound into 1007 laced with his own ectoplasm. The balance of the PH was thrown off, and resulted in a drastic eye color change to a glowing green, much like the color of the ectoplasm itself. The change caused pain for about a day; the compound seemed to burn his eyes, but that was a minor setback. Vision seemed to increase.

I sneaked a peek out of the corner of my eye to Phantom, who was reading over my shoulder once more, his jaw clenched. I shivered slightly; the look on his face was as if he was living the moment for himself, and I had to keep myself focused and stray from second thoughts about this really being Danny.

August 2, 1995

Reflexes and nerves were tested today. He responded well to the electro-treatment, all nerves seem to respond normally, which means I only affected his physical being. One nerve target sent him into convulsions, and I had to shock him again to numb the nerve, which, in turn, caused his hair to turn white. I'm not quite sure what the sensory nerve had to do with hair follicles, but I'm sure I'll figure it out. 1007 is now asleep in his cell, in pain from the nerve that's regaining feeling.

There weren't many entries after that, and I felt my stomach sink. There, right in front of me, was an adequate explanation that linked Danny to Phantom, and yet the biggest piece of the puzzle was still missing. His age. I scrolled through a few minor entries about other projects, and finally found one that sent my stomach into my throat.

February 13, 1998

I halted my experiments on 1007 temporarily to focus on the composure of his ectoplasm, and I came to find that the nerve I numbed a few years ago seemed to stimulate something in his body that caused him to age. I'm quite sure that this was only a bridge from his human nature, although I've yet to find anything to stimulate a change that drastic. I'm continuing my injections now to heighten powers, if you will. Already he shows signs of light rays with a magnitude that burns through your skull, but I've got a device that keeps his powers at bay. I plan on inducing him with similar powers to my own, and hopefully create an alter ego humanoid that can disguise himself in society.

January 31, 2000

If I'm correct, 1007 has reached his teenage years, and the id of his psyche is complete. I neutralized the chemicals in his brain, basically restarting the mind from scratch, giving him only instinct to go off of. He had tried to attack me numerous times, and I've had to increase security on him. I plan on targeting the super-ego next, to moralize his brain. The ego, then, will follow, and, assuming I succeed, I'll have cleared his thoughts of previous memories or anything of the like.

I must have made some noise, because Tucker questioned what had me so disgusted.

"Have you read this stuff? He took ghosts and used them for his personal experiments. Apparently, this was the first time the ghost wasn't destroyed. And, by the looks of it, he was trying to…give the ghost super powers or something."

"Yeah, that's what I got from the few entries. But why? It's obvious that he possesses powers that normal ghosts don't. Why would he want to genetically engineer superpowers?"

That was a good question-one that I couldn't answer. And, had my phone not been put on speaker, I probably wouldn't have ever gotten the answer.

"He was going to create an army of super ghosts to conquer the world."

Phantom's voice echoed in my mind, as haunting as ever. I could see the confusion in his eyes, and there was no doubt in my mind, now, that this was Danny. But the problem? He didn't have any memories from the past, and although I could see the faint look of recognition, I could tell that he was at a loss as to what to believe.

"Tuck…what if his experiments really did have a purpose? What if this ghost was his guinea pig, and his goal was to build a ghost like you build an athlete with steroids, so he could help…achieve some physical task?"

"Wait. So you're saying that this guy wanted to use other ghosts with heightened powers to do stuff that he couldn't? If he's a ghost, and he's giving another all the powers he has, he would be stuck, and there would be no point."

"No, I mean, what if he needed more than just one ghost to get something done? What if he felt that the only way to induce the abilities was to brainwash the spirits, and this is just the record for the first ghost?"

"You mean like…like he's building an army or something?"

"That's what I'm afraid of."