The pizza came on time, but a robot had come to deliver it to the door. I have to admit it, my eyes were wide at the thought of androids doing most human tasks now. What was next? We rode in an automated cab on the way home. The technology- and fashion- sure had improved a lot in the years.

"Do you know what Amity Park is like?" I finally had to ask; the whole not knowing about the future thing was really getting to me.

"Amity Park?" Phoenix asked, after swallowing a bite of pizza. "Not many people can get in or out of that city because of the mayor there. I heard a lot of halfas were being terribly abused there, also."

"Halfas?" I knew what the term meant, but there were others? Others like me? When I was alive before, only three of us existed. Either people began getting into a lot more accidents, or...I shivered at the other thought of Dani making all of them.

"You know, people with powers. Some of them are the offspring of weird creatures that are coming out into the world, some of them were cursed, others were made, but all of them have powers." Phoenix explained. "Dunno about the whole origin of the word, to be honest. They should've been called something cooler."

"Who's the mayor?" If it was still Vlad, I would march myself into the city and kick his butt back to Wisconsin.

"As if I know." Phoenix paused. "You're not from Amity Park, are you?"

Not this one, I thought to myself. What had happened in the twenty years that I was gone? My spacing out alerted Phoenix to the truth, and she seemed quite scared. "Sort of. It's complicated."

"Oh. Okay." Phoenix nodded, and the rest of our meal was silent. I should tell her the truth. It was nagging in the back of my head to reveal to her that I am Danny Phantom. I am back from the dead- if she even heard the stories of me, that is. She might not even know I existed, that I was the first of the halfas.

But does this place- Willowbrooke, did she call it- have the same rules regarding halfas? By the way she talked about it, it was probably just Amity Park.

As the evening news rolled by on the television- which was the most hi-def TV I have ever seen, and she called it old- Phoenix spoke up again. "Are you a runaway?"

"A runaway?" I repeated it only to get clarification. "What do you mean?"

"Did you run away from Amity Park?"

I thought about it for a moment. "No." I replied. I didn't run away. I woke up, as Phoenix said, on the side of the road. She doesn't believe my insane ramblings that I'm supposed to be dead- a grim reality which was faced just hours ago. You can't get over death too easily, even if you've been half-dead for a year prior to it.

And now, here I was, half-alive and well once again.

I pushed those thoughts out of my head. "Why?"

"Because. Willowbrooke and Calico are taking in refugees from the city. If they don't stop the abuse of their own people, we're going to have to invade them." She paused, her amber eyes suddenly solemn. "Whatever. I'm going to bed.

"Good night."

"'Night."

I couldn't fall asleep that night. I guess I was used to staying up late to fight ghosts, who have seemed to disappear.

I was on her tablet, searching through the internet about myself. The ghost attacks had diminished after my death. Every now and then, I'd find a more "modern" report with details of a ghost attack, but the Amity Park Special Task Force always stepped in and saved people before anyone got hurt.

I found blurry pictures of me. I found interviews of my parents on ghosts. I found a couple videos- seeing it as a holograph terrified me at first- of major ghost attacks. Pariah Dark, for example. The entire town thrown into a different reality.

Eventually, I found some sleep. It didn't seem long until the early rays of sunshine broke through the curtains and to my closed eyes. I heard footsteps in the back of the apartment and knew that Phoenix was awake.

She wandered into the kitchen, which was really close to where I slept. "Morning, bedhead." She greeted, giggling.

I attempted to fix my messy hair, but it wouldn't cooperate. As if it ever did. "So, what are you doing today?"

"The hospital doesn't need my help today, so I was thinking we could go around downtown and buy you some new clothes." Phoenix explained. "How does that sound?"

I glanced at my clothes- the familiar red and white shirt, and even my jeans, were soaked in mud. The stains couldn't get washed out, even with the strength of the washing machines now. "I guess." I replied, shrugging.

She nodded, and returned to the bathroom to get ready. I watched her leave and I sighed. I couldn't stop thinking about all my friends and my family now. After Phoenix returned, I popped a question. "Last night you said there were halfas who were children of things. What do you mean by that?"

"Like, they were the children of a human and a witch, a human and a thunderbird, and so on." She explained.

"Could there be a human-ghost halfa?" I asked nervously.

"I mean, it could be possible. There haven't been any reports of such one since...I dunno, twenty years ago with Danny Phantom, I think?" She paused. "You know, you have the same name as the human half of Phantom. Danny Fenton, right?"

I gulped nervously. How could she have figured it out so fast? My secret was revealed by my untimely death, and it felt nice to be remembered by some people. "Y-yeah." I stuttered.

"Why did you just stutter?"

"No reason."

"There has to be a…" Her expression went blank. "No, that's impossible." Phoenix shook her head. "You can't be."

"I can't be what?" I knew what she was insinuating, but I tried to act oblivious. "What are you talking about, Phoenix?"

"Nothing. Just crazy things." She pushed it aside for now. It's not that I didn't trust Phoenix; I trusted her with my half-life, after she saved me from losing it after my resurrection by a truck. I just didn't want to talk about it much, because it was weird to be "oh yeah by the way im danny phantom".

If it was mentioned again, I promised I would spill the beans to her. But for now, I allowed Phoenix to live in her bubble of innocence.