Half an hour later, Danny and Tucker were sat on the roof of the school with their legs hanging over the edge. The five ghosts had allowed the two friends some alone time to catch up on things. It took considerably quicker to catch Danny up as he had already heard several versions of what had happened in his absence. Once Danny had finished retelling his experiences from the Ghost Zone up to when he arrived at the school, Tucker took a moment to let all the information sink in.
"Wow." Tucker finally said, turning his gaze to the teen next to him. "I can't believe you're actually a Lord. That's awesome."
"Easy Tuck." Danny said, but amused nonetheless. "No one here knows except Ember, Johnny, Kitty and Krystal. And probably Dani now to be honest."
"What?" Tucker asked disbelievingly. "You mean you haven't even told your folks or Jazz?"
"No." Danny sighed. "I don't think they would let me live it down. Especially Dad. You should have seen him when I told him about how I've got two obelisks in my name."
Tucker laughed. "I bet he got all excited and began jumping around? Well, jumping around to the best of his ability."
"And then some." Danny said. "He was even waving his staff around."
"Yeah," confirmed Tucker. "That definitely sounds like Mr F. But credit where credit's due, he didn't let that Reeker bite get him down. He's still the same energetic and childish guy, even if he has got a fake leg."
Danny paused. "That's something else I've been meaning to ask. I've heard several names for those things out there. Does no one have an actual title for them?"
Tucker sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, similar to what Danny does. "You're bound to hear at least half a dozen names for those things around here. A lot of the R&R teams call them 'Reekers'. It's not the most humane name for them I admit, but when you're hiding in places where their corpses are everywhere for hours on end, no other name is appropriate. I know a lot of the adults call them 'Rotters', for similar reasons. 'Infected' is a general one; I think Paul and his cult call them 'Sinners' or something. As a rule though, no one calls them the Z-word."
Z-word? Danny thought curiously. "What's the Z-word?" Tucker groaned.
"Zombie." He said in a low voice. Now Danny's interest was definitely piqued.
"Why is the word 'Zombie' such a taboo?"
"Because," Tucker began, trying to think of a way to phrase it. "They're not exactly zombies. Comic books and films all depict Zombies as the reanimated dead, who simple-mindedly amble around slowly, groaning and looking to feast on human brains for sustenance."
"And that's not what these, Infected, are?" Danny queried, testing out the word.
"Not even close." Tucker confirmed. "We wish they were like that. That would make it a lot easier for us. These things are far more dangerous. They can run, their senses are barely impaired, and they're relentless. Once they know someone is there, they will not stop. Actually, the only thing they have got in common with Zombies is the fact that the infection does cause the skin to decay rapidly, giving them an all-round 'dead' look."
"Interesting." Danny said, thinking back to the rotten Infected he encountered in Woodbury. "No concept of pain either?"
"Not as far as we're aware." Tucker said.
"So if they're not Zombies, that means they don't care about eating our flesh." Danny said. "So why are they after people?"
"That's a good question." Tucker said, taking off his signature red cap to play around with. "A good question with no definite answer. The Doc seems to think that the infection is only interested in spreading to new hosts; they couldn't care less about eating us. They just want a quick nibble to pass it along. Think of it as a very aggressive and determined STD." Danny was about to comment further when he thought he could hear someone saying Tucker's name.
"Can you hear that?" Danny asked, looking out over the grassy area.
"Hear what?" Tucker asked, confused.
"Sounds like someone's saying your name." Tucker paused, before fumbling around his belt.
"Must be my radio." Tucker said, looking towards the ground. It was too dark for him to make it out. "I must have dropped it when you and Dani scared the crap out of me." Danny chuckled before scanning the area. With his enhanced vision, it didn't take him long to find it; using his telekinesis, he brought it up to where they were sitting, Tucker's jaw dropping.
"I forgot to mention. Thanks to Clockwork, I've mastered telekinesis, among other powers." Danny said, smirking at his friend's face. Numbly, Tucker picked up his radio.
"Go for Tuck."
"Dude. It's Gerry. Where the hell are you?" It took Tucker a moment before he realised what Gerry was getting at.
"Crap." Tucker said. "The debrief. Sorry, I got distracted. I'll be right there. See you in a few." Clipping his radio to his belt, making sure it was secure; he gave Danny an apologetic look.
"Sorry Danny, I've got to go."
"Hey, don't worry about it." Danny said earnestly. "Honestly, it's fine. It's my fault you're late anyway. I'll catch up with you after." Just as they stood up to part ways, Tucker's radio went off again.
"And find Phantom and bring him with you." Gerry said. The underlying tone of hate didn't go unnoticed by the two teens, but both decided to ignore it. Nodding, Danny took Tucker's arm.
"Here, allow me." With that, both teens disappeared in a puff of green smoke.
Reappearing in front of the cafeteria, Tucker staggered a bit as Danny released his arm.
"You all right?" Danny asked worriedly. "It takes some getting used to."
"That was awesome!" Tucker exclaimed. "We've got to do that again."
"When you've finished playing," a voice said from behind them. "The debrief has already started." Turning, Danny and Tucker came face to face with a severely annoyed looking Gerry. Danny hadn't decided whether it was because they were late, or because he was there; he suspected the latter. Turning on his heels, he walked back into the cafeteria with Danny and Tucker close behind him. Upon entering, Danny saw five people sat at one of the tables; three guys and two girls, all looking exhausted and looking warily at Danny. Sighing, he took a seat in mid-air next to Tucker as there was no more room at the table. Scoffing quietly, Gerry looked to the group once more.
"Now that Tuck and, Phantom, have graced us with their presence," Gerry began disdainfully. "It's time we got onto our next mission. Due to the lack of medicine supplies left in Amity, the Fentons and the Doc have agreed that we need to expand our searches for them." One of the girls put their hand up.
"I take it that means searching the nearest towns?" She asked.
"Brilliant deduction Lisa." Gerry said scornfully, only for the other girl to smack him on the back of the head.
"Shut it Gerry." She said, glaring at the boy. "Or I'll shut it for you."
Danny smiled. I like her, he thought.
"Anyway," Gerry said, trying to save his pride, actively avoiding Danny's eye. "The nearest town to here is Woodbury; it's about a forty minute walk from here. They have two pharmacies and a pharmaceutical warehouse, though I haven't got much hope for the actual stores."
"How come?" Danny asked. Gerry ignored him.
Tucker sighed. "How come?"
"Because those were probably the first places people looted when the world went to hell." Gerry said. "Not many people know about the warehouses."
"So how do you know?" Asked one of the guys.
"Because that's where the Doc and Chef made a stop before they got here Max." He said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "They took a few supplies before arriving. As far as they were aware, the place had been untouched before they got there."
"Fair enough." Max said who then glanced over to where Danny was floating. "Why do we need the ghost?" Danny used his telekinesis to keep Tucker in his seat and gave an almost imperceptible head shake as he knew Tucker was about to stand up for him. Luckily, no one noticed the almost altercation, but Tucker was still fuming.
Gerry huffed indignantly. "Because the Doc and the Fentons seem to think having him along will help us with the heavy lifting, in case we need it."
"Well that makes sense," Tucker said through gritted teeth. "As Danny can lift a great deal of weight." All eyes turned to Danny.
"How much can you lift?" Asked the girl who stood up for Lisa.
Danny shrugged. "It depends."
"On what?" Max asked askance.
"On whether I use my telekinesis or my actual, physical strength." Danny said simply. "I can lift about eleven metric tonnes with my telekinesis, but only eight without it. As we're looking at transporting it from Woodbury to here, I don't want to go over six as I'll have to either fly or teleport them back." All six members of the group couldn't stop their jaws dropping from Danny's nonchalance revelation; even Gerry forgot to look angry at the Halfa.
Tucker whistled before looking back at Max. "Does that answer your question about why we need him?" Max was still too surprised to do anything except nod.
"Good." Tucker said. "So what time are we leaving?"
Gerry finally found his voice. "We meet outside the front gates at eleven. I'll see you all then." With that, he left the cafeteria, followed very closely by Max and the remaining guy who hadn't made himself known. All three of them gave Danny a cautious look as they left; Danny just smiled at waved before turning to Tucker.
"I just love cheery welcomes." He said. "They make me feel all fuzzy on the inside." The other three laughed.
"Well that's Gerry for you." Lisa said, before extending her hand. "I'm Lisa, by the way." Danny floated over and sat opposite her.
"Danny." He said, shaking her hand.
"And I'm Jessie." Said the other girl. "The other guy was Carl. He basically has the same sunny disposition as Gerry and Max."
"Can you really lift eleven tonnes?" Asked Lisa, curiously.
Danny smiled. "Only on a good day."
"You do realise that by saying that, you've just caused those three guys to become even more suspicious and scared of you?" Tucker asked seriously.
Danny shrugged. "They'll have to deal with it. Though it's probably a good thing I didn't tell them what else I can do."
Tucker regarded Danny. "Dude, that's almost cold. You've been spending too much time with Ember haven't you?"
"Just playing the part Tucker." Danny stated. "They want a ghost; I'll give them a ghost."
At half ten the next morning, Danny was eating breakfast with Jazz in her room going over reports about Woodbury when there was a knock at the door. Bemused as to who it would be, Jazz answered the door to find Joan and presumably her husband Greg standing there.
"Hey Joan." Danny said, walking up to them. "It's good to see you up and about."
"I have you to thank for that." She said, smiling. "This is my husband Greg."
"Sir." Danny extended his hand which was shook firmly by Greg.
"I just wanted to say thank you Danny." Greg said. "If it wasn't for you, I doubt my family would be here with me."
"I wouldn't be too sure about that." Danny said, rubbing the back of his neck through being praised. "You're wife and daughter are something else."
"Thanks for saying so." Greg said. Joan was beaming. "But there is something we'd like to ask of you. I know we have no right after all you've done for us-." Danny cut him off.
"Greg," he said simply. "Just ask. Really. What's on your mind?" Joan shuffled slightly.
"Because of our, rushed, exit from the roof, we left quite a few things behind." She said. Danny caught the tone.
"I take it they were items of sentimental importance?" Danny asked. When there was no reply, Danny took that as a yes. "And you're trying to find a way of asking me to get them for you?" Even Jazz was surprised by Danny's bluntness, Joan and Greg were in a stupor. Danny couldn't help but laugh.
"It's ok." He said kindly. "I don't mind quickly flying over to the shopping centre and picking up some things. What am I looking for?"
"There's a, erm, small satchel where we set our, erm, tent up." Joan said nervously. "It's silly really. Just a couple of photo albums and family stuff."
"Only if it's not too much trouble." Greg said hurriedly.
Danny chuckled. "No trouble at all. I'll be sure to drop them off when we get back. We're leaving soon anyway." The couple said their thanks and left the siblings standing in the door way, Jazz having an amused expression on her face.
"You'll never change, will you?" She asked.
"What do you mean?" Danny asked, confused
"It doesn't matter who's in trouble, or what they want, you'll always help them." Jazz said, admiration in her voice.
"What's your point?" Danny asked, crossing his arms.
"That you're still my little hero." She said mockingly, but lovingly at the same time.
"Enough of the little." Danny said. "I'm half a foot taller than you now."
"But you'll always be my little brother." She said, bringing Danny into a hug. Even though she was embarrassing him, Danny didn't pull away. He always enjoyed their private sibling moments. "Now get going. Gerry will throw a fit if you're late."
"Yes Ma'am." Danny said, before teleporting from the room and reappearing in front of the school where the R&R team were ready and waiting for him.
"Nice to see ghosts are punctual." Gerry said sneeringly, putting a rucksack over his shoulder.
"It's funny that." Danny said, walking over to where Tucker was standing. "It's almost like we have enough intelligence to read a watch." Tucker snorted and Gerry just turned and began leading the group down the streets and out of Amity. Gerry and Carl took the lead, Lisa, Jessie and Max took the middle and Tucker and Danny took the back. When they reached the main highway which connected the two towns, Danny was confused that they met no obstacles. He put this to Tucker.
Tucker shrugged. "It's not really surprising. They're not usually active during the day, especially this time of day. As far as we've learned about them, which isn't a great deal to be honest, they like smaller areas like streets. We've hardly seen any in an area this open."
"Fair enough." Danny said. "By the way, what really is the reason I'm here?"
"Pretty much what we said last night." Tucker said. "That, and I'm pretty sure you would want to contribute as much as possible. You never were one for the side-lines."
"So you won't actually need me until it's time to leave?"
"I guess." Tucker said, looking at his friend. "Why?"
"It appears I've got an errand to run whilst we're in Woodbury." Danny said. "I just wanted to make sure I won't be missed." Tucker thought about it.
"I reckon if you stick with us until we actually get into the warehouse, just in case we need some ghostly muscle, you'll be able to go off and do what you need to do without reproach. Sound fair?"
"More than fair." Danny said smiling, clapping his friend on the back. "Thanks Tuck. You're the best."
"No problem dude." He said, reciprocating the smile. "And I know."
Tucker's smile, however, didn't last long. At the bottom of the exit ramp off the highway and into Woodbury, hundreds of Infected were shambling around, groaning and bumping into each other. As Danny floated back down after getting a better look, to where the group was hiding behind an overturned heavy-goods truck, everyone could see the look of horror on his face.
"Bad?" Lisa asked; Danny nodded.
"How bad?" Tucker asked. Danny gulped.
"Ghost King army-bad." He said. Tucker's jaw dropped.
"I take it that's bad?" Jessie asked. Danny was confused until he realised she wasn't a resident of Amity Park, therefore she wouldn't know about Pariah's army of skeleton soldiers.
"Worse than we can imagine." Tucker said in a small voice. Silence befell the group until Gerry decided to add some testosterone to the stifling silence.
"What are you? A bunch of wimps?" He asked harshly, before turning on Danny. "And you? The ghost who saved the world? Scared of a few Reekers are you?" Danny just about contained his anger to prevent his eyes from flashing green, or even red. In a split second, he transformed into Phantom, flew to where Gerry was standing, grabbed him and then shot upwards so that he could see exactly what he and Tucker were talking about. Upon seeing it, Gerry's face turned as white as Danny's hair as he took in the scene below him.
"Anything else you would like to ask?" Danny whispered viciously. Gerry shook his head quickly. "Good." With that, he floated back down and released Gerry, and then turned to face everyone else.
"How far is the warehouse from here?" Danny asked, his tone becoming more authoritative.
"It doesn't matter." Jessie said dejectedly, slumping to the ground. "There's no way we'll be able to get there."
"Seriously?" Danny asked exasperatedly. "What colour is the sky in your world? What was the point of bringing me along, if you're not going to use what I can do?" Danny was pleased to see that she had the good grace to look sheepish at his outburst. He turned to Tucker who was looking contemplative.
"We need to turn left at the bottom of the ramp." He said. "From there, it's a fifteen minute walk if we're not interrupted. So if you could lead them off to the right, it could give us a window of opportunity to move."
"All right." Danny said, feeling as if they were finally getting somewhere. "Anything else?" Tucker couldn't help but smile at how swiftly Danny had taken up the role of the leader. It brought back memories of when he flew off to fight Pariah, and how he united everyone during the Disasteroid incident.
"We'll have to move quickly." Lisa said. "Even though we need to hurry, we'll still have to weave in and out of streets and buildings. If only one of them were to see us, it would bring the whole horde right on top of our asses." The other three guys were broken from their terrified musings, and attempted to salvage any form of authority.
"From what we know, there are sixteen houses between here and the warehouse, but only five of them aren't boarded up." Gerry said, bringing a local map out of his pack. "The closest is a hundred metres from where we are now."
"Phantom?" Carl asked. "Can you distract them long enough for us to get to that first house?"
Danny then did something which surprised everyone. He began to laugh. Just as the team, minus Tucker, began to get annoyed, Danny suddenly began to glow. However, instead of his usual white glow, Danny glowed green. Right before their eyes, Danny split into two, both smiling, this time surprising Tucker.
"We can do one better than at." They both said in unison.
True to the Danny's word, they did one better. Whilst one of them took to the sky and began to shout and throw random ecto-blasts to attract the hordes attention, the other followed closely behind the group and froze the roads as they went down them towards the warehouse. This way, any who decided they made an easier target, would find it impossible to follow them. Gerry would never admit it out loud, but he was actually impressed by the power being demonstrated by the two Phantoms. Because of his duplication, the R&R team got to their destination in just under twenty minutes. Getting everyone to hold on tightly to him, the Danny duplicate phased them through the chained-fence and then straight through the walls of the warehouse.
"Is that everything?" The duplicate asked.
"I think so." Tucker said, taking a quick canvass of the warehouse to make sure there weren't any nasty surprises lying in wait for them. "Thanks for your help man. Go do what you got to do, and then we'll see you back here." The duplicate waved goodbye to everyone, with only Tucker and the girls reciprocating the gesture, before dissipating in a green mist. Danny felt his duplicate return and he faltered in the air slightly as its memories integrated into his own.
"Wow." Danny said to himself as he threw another ecto-blast into the air. "Not even a thank you. The joys of thankless hero work again." Satisfied that he had led the horde far enough away, Danny teleported invisibly to the roof of the shopping centre. Comfortable he was alone, Danny turned visible and then iced over the only entrance before heading over to the trampled camp. It didn't take him long to the find the satchel which contained the personal items, but as he was about to fly off, he heard a low, guttural groan from behind him. Curiosity getting the better of him, Danny walked the length of the roof and, behind one of the air-conditioning units, was half of an Infected. Everything from the waist down was missing, leaving various organs hanging out, staining the roof a dark, crimson colour. Danny was morbidly curious about the thing in front of him. This was the first time he had encountered one which wasn't trying to attack him. Instead, it just stared longingly at the teen in front of it with dead eyes and grasping fingers. Danny almost felt sorry for it. It hadn't asked to be what it was; it was forced upon them. Danny grimaced as it sounded similar to how he became Phantom. True, it may have been curiosity which caused him to walk into the portal, but he never wished for the outcome. Despite that, he would never give up his powers. Thinking of his powers, Danny suddenly had an idea. Placing a hand, albeit reluctantly, on its decomposing head, Danny channelled his healing powers through the Infected's body. The moment his power entered the body, Danny violently recoiled; it wasn't long before Danny was covered in a fine sweat as he concentrated on fighting the infection.
It's got a mind of its own, Danny thought, gritting his teeth. It's actually fighting back. Realising he was fighting a losing battle, Danny pulled away to catch his breath.
"Well that was interesting." Danny said out loud, eying the Infected warily. It didn't appear to have noticed what just happened. "I guess I should tell the Doc about this." Just as he was standing up and dusting himself off, an ear-splitting scream pierced the air.
The moment the duplicate disappeared, Gerry then began to take charge by ordering the rest of the team around, completely forgetting the incident on the highway. Relatively speaking, the group had hit a gold mine. The warehouse wasn't completely untouched as they had been led to believe, but there were over a dozen crates of bandages, creams, solutions and sutures to keep any hospital happy for a long time. It was more of a struggle breaking into the containers which contained the actual drugs, but a point-blank shot with an ecto-gun made short work of the locks and hinges, even if it did result in a large bang. After the third bang, some of the group were beginning to get nervous.
"Is there no way you guys can do that more quietly?" Lisa asked, frustrated by their lack of self-preservation.
"What?!" Shouted Gerry, firing another blast. "Are we being too loud for you?!"
"Are you actually a moron?" Tucker asked, disbelieved, his tone more hushed. "Just because Danny lured them away, doesn't mean others won't come when they hear you."
"If it makes you nervous, then send someone out there to keep a lookout." Max said, pulling the door off the container. "That way, you can let the big boys do their jobs."
"Ugh." Jessie scoffed. "You're such a pig."
"I don't know. Maybe she's right." Carl said, much to the surprise of everyone in the room. "Whilst they can figure out how to do it quietly, we can have some fun." Unbeknownst to them, a small group of Infected had heard the bangs and were currently pressing themselves up against the chained fence. In the meantime, Carl had decided that they should climb the metal shelves to see if there were any things left on the top ones. Tucker and the girls looked on with incredulity at how blasé they were acting, when the noise they were generating was astounding. The constant shouting and jumping around was attracting more and more attention outside. Soon enough, the chained fence began to yield under the combined weight and pressure of too many Infected. Then two things happened simultaneously; the fence broke with a crash, causing hundreds of Infected to spill into the area desperate to get to the noise, and the shelf Carl was jumping on snapped. He crashed through six more shelves before hitting the ground. Unfortunately, the first piece of broken shelf was already on the ground at this point, causing the tip of it to pierce straight through the back of Carl's shoulder and out through the front. Carl screamed as hundreds of Infected began to bang on the walls, doors and windows; the latter smashing inwards. Tucker and Jessie were on Carl instantly, having already broken into one of the crates to get a handful of bandages. Gerry and Max were busy moving other crates and boxes up against the doors, and Lisa was shooting anything that made an attempt through the broken windows. A split second later, there was a green flash as Danny reappeared in the middle of everyone, quickly catching an ecto-blast which had been shot his way by Lisa.
"Sorry," she said quickly, flustered, before turning her attention back to the window. Taking in the whole situation, Danny acted quickly and created a wall of ice around the doors, broken windows and any sections of the wall which seemed to be buckling.
"All right," Danny began. "What happened?"
"The idiot over here thought it would be a good idea to start jumping around on the shelves." Jessie said, still applying pressure to a whimpering Carl. "When out of nowhere, we've been surrounded." Danny looked at all the stuff they were there to collect, now strewn about the place to act as barriers, and then to the amount of blood coming out of Carl. He took a deep breath.
"Tucker, Jessie," he said, getting their attention. "Leave Carl to me. You help the other three in gathering everything up."
"And who put you in charge?" Gerry demanded obstinately. Everyone groaned.
"Listen here you prejudiced prick." Danny said, getting angry as he walked up to the petty teen, his eyes glowing a brighter green. "Are you trying to piss me off? If you don't let me help Carl, then he is going to die. I am his only hope right now." Danny's tone and eyes were enough to shut him up as he went to help gather up supplies.
"You know what you're doing Danny?" Tucker asked as Danny made his way over to them.
"Trust me Tuck." Danny said. "But do me a favour. Get Doc on your radio and get him to prepare for our arrival. I've never healed this type of wound before." Nodding in affirmation, Tucker went over to help the others, radioing the school as he did.
Danny leaned over the bleeding teen, who was now incredibly pale, rivalling that of Danny's skin.
"Okay, Carl?" Danny asked calmly. "Can you hear me? Just nod your head." Slowly he nodded his head, but regretted it as waves of pain emanated through his body, causing him to groan loudly.
"Okay, okay." Danny said, still calm as to not agitate Carl even more, especially by what was going on outside. "Listen to me. I can't stop the bleeding without getting that metal out of your shoulder. I can do it no problem, but it's going to hurt like hell for a few minutes. You ready?" Carl did an almost imperceptible nod. Danny placed a gentle hand on Carl's other shoulder before placing the other one on the piece of protruding metal. That alone, was enough to cause more pain for Carl but he gritted his teeth. Danny turned his hand intangible, as well as the metal and swiftly removed it from Carl's body. Carl screamed out in pain once more before Danny immediately set to work. It wasn't as hard as he anticipated but it did require all his concentration. A few minutes later, Danny did what he thought was an acceptable job, before covering the whole area in ice to numb the pain.
"Everyone, get over here. Now." Danny commanded. He gently lifted Carl into his arms as he stood slowly; Carl by now had passed out from the pain.
"Is he going to be okay?" Lisa asked, eying the amount of blood on the floor.
"He'll be fine Lisa." Danny assured her. "But we need to get back now so the Doc can have a look at him. Everyone hold onto me as tightly as possible." Once he was sure everyone was holding onto him tightly, he teleported them all back to inside school grounds, before teleporting only Carl to the Doc's office and placing him on one of the beds.
"Right." George said, inspecting Carl. "Let's have a look." Just as Danny removed the ice, the rest of the R&R team burst into the room, Gerry at the helm.
"What's the verdict Doc?" He asked anxiously. George began pressing down and rubbing Carl's shoulder and joint; fortunately, Carl was still passed out.
"Danny's done a smashing job." He said happily, causing everyone to smile. "He's lost a lot of blood, but he should be just fine. He'll need to spend a few days resting up before he even thinks about leaving this room, but my diagnosis is that he will be fine. Well done Danny."
"Yeah, dude." Tucker said, putting his hand on the Halfa's shoulder. "Well done."
"Yeah, well done." Gerry said, his sarcastic tone returning. "Well done for doing your job." The tension in the room suddenly thickened.
"Seriously," began Jessie. "What is your problem? Danny just saved Carl's life. No, scrap that. He just saved all of us, and now you're having a go at him?"
"He was supposed to be watching out for us." Gerry said angrily. "It's his fault Carl got hurt in the first place for not being there." Danny looked at him in disbelief.
"You're seriously blaming him for your guys' stupidity?" Tucker demanded, infuriated. "You didn't want him there in the first place."
"I don't see how that's relevant." Gerry said coolly, walking over to where Carl was laying. "It's obvious he doesn't care. He could have turned up at any point, but he decided to wait until our situation became so dire, that we were on the verge of opting out. He just wanted to play the hero." No one, including Max, could believe what Gerry just said. The room temperature had decreased significantly; so much so, frost began to form on the windows. Tucker immediately looked to Danny, knowing it was him who was doing it. His jaw was clenched tight and his eyes were blazing green. Without uttering a word, Danny teleported out of the room. The group was left in a stifling silence, Gerry believing he had won, until a crash could be heard from outside. Racing to the window, the group was amazed to see every single crate and container from the medical warehouse outside on the grass, even ones they hadn't gathered up. Danny was stood to the side of them, his hood pulled up, but the one green eye they could see was cold enough to send shivers down everyone's spine, especially the teen who was rude to Danny, before teleporting away so forcefully, a small crater was left in his wake.