I am so incredibly sorry for disappearing again, but I have a valid excuse this time! :D Teachers cramming tests/homework in before winter break -3-

Also, DP CAME BACK TO NICKELODEON HOLY CRAP RERUNS ARE BACK I CAN'T EVEN

*ahem* back to FF business

Enjoy! ^^

-Cheshire

Agh, I'm dead again, aren't I.

That familiar floating, empty feeling was enveloping her again. Thankfully, Sam could actually remember what happened to her this time.

Danny-Dan-had done the ghostly wail on her and Valerie. And she had died-at least, she thought so.

Valerie! she thought suddenly. Is she okay? Did I protect her? Is she still alive?

Calm down, Sam.

All of her warning bells rang throughout her alarm-filled brain.

No, I'm not some mystical voice that might throw you into the loony bin. I'm your conscience.

If Sam could relievedly sigh in limbo, this would be that time.

Oh thank God. I thought you were, like, Clockwork or something.

Ouch, my heart. Who said I wasn't Clockwork?

Well, you use conjunctions.

Mm, clever.

So, conscience. What brings you to this lovely residence today?

I'm here to jumpstart your brain because you're sitting in the middle of an apocalypse-riddled road with a dying ghost hunter in your arms.

Right. Work can never be easy, now could it.

Exactly. Now, Samantha, get up.

You did not just go there.

Oh, yes I did. Stand. Up. Or you'll actually die.

Can I just devolve back into a three year old and ask, "Why can't you do it?"

Because I don't have the physical control of your brain to make you move. Now, JUST. DO IT. MAKE. YOUR DREAMS. COME TRUE.

And all at once, the world came back into focus.

Flashes of green zoomed in and out of Sam's vision, snapping her eyes back and forth. They were like tiny orbs just orbiting around the room...how interesting.

"Oh, you're awake."

Sam's eyes flicked to her right, and she turned to face the voice. She immediately stopped and groaned as a painful crack sent her right back to her original position.

"Yeah, you might not want to move right now," Danielle said cheerily, shifting Sam back on the couch comfortably. "You broke a couple ribs back there. Thankfully, I was able to get you back to our house before that cretin could do anything worse."

"Our?" Sam muttered.

Danielle nodded. "Valerie and I are apartment buddies now. We're back in Amity Park, in an apartment connected to the former Axion Labs. Mr. Gray really remodeled the place, didn't he?" she chatted, fixing her ponytail.

"Uh-huh…" Sam looked around, her amethyst eyes catching the ceiling again. "And those?"

Danielle chuckled. "I like to practice my levitating once in awhile," she explained. "It keeps me from looking outside."

"What...happened?"

The clone leaned in on her chair, her expression hardening somewhat. "I think I reserve the right to be asking the questions here," she said, voice low. "Now, you're going to tell me who you are, what you're doing here, and why you look and sound exactly like Sam Manson."