Ready for the awesomest chapter ever? I hurt my foot, so I think I'll be writing a bit more frequently. Can't wait for your trivia answers! and see if you can figure these out without reading the answer at first, and give me your score outta ten!

In the morning, Sam did feel much better. Danny had been right - it was just a lack of food, and a colder environment. As soon as she woke up, Danny had forced her to take her supplements.

Gosh, he's gonna baby me like this for the rest of the trip, isn't he? Sam thought, annoyed.

Yes, he is. Danny responded, which caused Sam's face to heat up.

"Sorry, Thought I had blocked you out," she grinned shyly. He rolled his eyes and yawned. They were the first ones up, and it was six a.m. Danny stretched and the pair stood.

He grabbed two apples from Sam's book bag. He tossed one to her and began to eat one for himself. He finally wasn't as low as he had been the past week, and the apple was scrumptious. Sam enjoyed hers as well, but not nearly as much as she enjoyed the silence. I may not be a morning person, she thought, looking to Danny, But this is nice. The pair leaned against the shield, and Danny's arm went around her shoulders.

Through the tired and calm, complete silence was achieved.

Perfect.

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"RISE'N'SHINE HUMANS!" Quandary's voice rang throughout the dome. Danny and Sam sprung up in alarm, and Tucker's ghost-hunting instincts caused him to bolt to life. Danielle groaned, and stretched.

"I donwanna geddup, dahdy..." She grumbled. Danny sighed, smiling, and kissed her forehead.

"Hushed voices are sacred here, honey," Danny whispered, and Sam wrapped her up in Danny's lucky sweater. "But, yes, you can sleep. We'll wake you in a bit." Dani mumbled her thanks, and fell back asleep.

Around them other students and the chaperons had as much trouble getting up. Danny rolled his eyes and made his way over to Quandary. "Ready to start?"

"Yes, sir. You'll be able to roam my true lair by seven." Quandary replied, a huge smile on his old face. Finally everyone seemed attentive to the old ghost, and he began. "As I'm sure none," He then muttered under his breathe, "besides the four I actually like," He coughed and continued, "of you know, to stay in my lair, a safe haven of sorts for such a large human group, you must answer eleven of my questions. You only have two chances per question. If you are not capable of answering them in twenty-four hours, I'm afraid you all must go back from my lair the way you came."

"Which would through us completely off schedule," Danny mumbled under his breath, worriedly. Quandary's questions always came easy to him. As if thinking differently like the questions required had become second nature.

But with two identities and varying personas, it really had become second nature.

But regardless, he always worried.

"So we just gotta answer some dumb questions, then we can stay inside?" Dash scoffed. Danny and Quandary simultaneously raised a brow at him.

"Yes. But it's much more valuable than you think," Sam interrupted.

"Not all ghosts go to the human world on regular basis-es. Luckily, Quand here, does and if we are allowed to roam his true lair, we can replenish our food supply (which is quickly diminishing) maybe even have a message delivered to Jazz or something," Tucker added.

"Neat," Paulina admitted. That could be useful, especially since they all had parents who probably missed them.

"So, let's get started," Quandary grinned. His old light teal face and dark grey beard gave off a shine - a reflection of the power he possessed when happy.

A chalkboard appeared, and Quandary began to eagerly write.

"Question one," he began as he wrote, "In honor of one of my favorite friends: If you have it, you want to share it. If you share it, you don't have it. What is it?"

Danny, Tucker, and Sam shared a grin before they all broke out into laughter. So easy! He was teasing them, mocking their ability.

Everyone else was stumped.

"The answer-" Danny was cut off by Pamela and Maddie, who seemed to finally agree on one thing.

"Danny! We only have two chances!" They chorused.

Maddie cleared her throat, "I suggest you allow the adults, or someone with a higher GPA attempt to answer."

"Yeah, Fenton. Best idea," Mikey agreed. Danny's eyes widened in shock and hurt. Everyone around them muttered agreements. Even Lancer.

Sam and Tucker put comforting hands on his shoulders. At least they knew he wasn't some idiot. Maybe he was stupidly selfless, sacrificing his dreams of NASA, but he wasn't AT ALL a real imbecile.

"You guys stew a minute. I'll be right back," Quandary commanded, and ran over to the trio.

"Danny, I can tell them to let you speak, I can make them listen to you." Quandary placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, "it'd be like snapping my fingers, honest."

Danny's eyes were damp and he shook his head. "No. I'm a man. I can take it. I'm a man. But please, give them as many chances as they need. I want to see how long it lasts until they get it right." His voice was thick with resentment. He stood tall, however and swallowed. "I'm tired. If you need me, I'll be over with Dani Thinking things over. And if it looks like I'm checking my eyelids for holes, then don't try to wake me."

He walked, his back straight and posture tall, to Dani and laid down beside her. His arms crossed behind his head, and he began to slowly snore.

"You have no idea what it's been like for him, Quandary," Sam explained, leaning against the side of the shield. "He wants so bad to keep his grades up. He wants NASA more than anything in the world. We want it for him more than he does, sometimes, I swear."

"I may tease him, but he really is a genius. He tries so hard to get his reading done... He tries so hard to study. But he can hardly even function without a good night's sleep," Tucker sighed, looking over to him.

"How can humans be so blind?" Quandary asked, "-Or rude."

Through the constant mutters of question as to why Phantom hadn't saved them yet, a few options of answers to the question. Quandary returned, upset but calm. "Any answers yet?"

"Is it a snack?" Dash yelled.

"No," Quandary responded.

They all murmured of what a nice guess he had had. "you should go now," the adults encouraged Maddie.

"It's victory!" Maddie yelled, sure of herself.

"No, victory was meant to be shared," Quandary replied, raising a brow.

This silenced her.

"It was requested by a close friend and adviser that for this question only, I give you as many chances as you needed. But my 24-hour limit remains."

Small cheers erupted through the silence.

As did guesses.

"A dog!"

"A disease!"

"A Fenton Portal!"

"Jack!"

"A seat!"

"A girlfriend!"

Quandary sighed, rubbing circles into his temple, repeating 'no, no, no.'

Finally no one could answer. They were far out of answers. And nearly half-way out of time. 13 hours left. And if this first one was that hard, then it would be nearly impossible to answer the rest in the remaining amount of time.

"Danny," Sam mumbled at she and Tucker sat beside their teen-halfa friend. She brushed his hair back, and he grumbled. "You've been asleep for 11 hours. I know I always tell you to get a good-night's sleep but you have been. Even Dani's woken up since you lied down. And this isn't healthy," Sam tried to reason.

"That's so cute. You think I've been getting a good night's sleep on a regular basis."

"Danny!" Sam and Tucker scolded his passiveness.

"What?" He grumbled again, rolling onto his back, "I'm tired. So I'm sleeping."

"You aren't sleepy-tired, Danny. We all know it," Tucker reprimanded.

"Can you blame me?" Danny opened one eye and stared up at them. "Because you guys hang with me, they won't even let you answer."

"No. Because we love you, we don't want to answer," Sam corrected.

"But we're runnin' outta time, dude!" Tucker pleaded. "You know he gets harder as we go and if you don't answer this one, they won't let ya answer the hard ones."

Danny groaned, rubbing the sand from his eyes. "Ugh... Fine. I'll do it."

He stood up, and kept his back straight. He looked over to all of his exhausted and exhausting peers. He kept his chin up and walked up to the chalkboard.

"An excellent question, Quandary. Just one mistake," he scribbled his chicken-scratch on the board. "Some people don't want to shared theirs." He slapped the chalk to the tray and stepped back. "A secret."

"I knew you'd catch my flaw, Danny," Quandary praised.

Danny looked back to see Tucker and Sam's rewarding smiles. "Next question."

"One for my favorite teenage girl," he said swirling around Sam. "The more you have, the less you see."

"GHOSTS!" Jack yelled.

"Jack, be quiet!" Jeremy reprimanded.

"Easy. Darkness," Sam said putting her arm up around her face like Dracula.

"Excellent, my dear." Quandary copied Tucker's pose as he leaned against the wall of he shield. "Now one for my hungriest guest; I can be found where anything cannot. Dead men eat me all the time, but if a live man eats me, he'll die."

Tucker barked a laugh, "I'm Tucker, and it's great to meet you, Nothing."

"Ha-ha! Excellent!" He smiled and put a gentle hand on Dani's again sleeping form. It was obvious that she was having a nightmare. "How many bricks does it take to complete a house of brick?" Danny smiled sadly, picking the little girl up in his arms.

She grumbled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "One," he whispered, "it only takes one to complete it. That final brick." Sam came up behind him, sensing that he was feeling better, and rubbed Dani's back.

"Yes. And isn't that the most important one?" Danny nodded his head and asked for the next question.

"What is the beginning of the end, the end of time, the middle of yesterday, and nowhere in tomorrow?" Quandary asked, watching as Dani shifted and rolled into Sam's arms instead. Danny silently offered to take her back, but Sam refused and rocked the girl through her dreams. He shrugged and sat down next to Tucker.

Tucker and Danny smiled and looked to Sam. She smiled back and motioned to the little girl in her arms. Simultaneously the brothers chortled and replied, " The letter E."

"How do you guys know all this?" Dash questioned loudly. Danny and Sam shushed him in unison, glares accenting their features.

"Simple," Tucker replied, quietly, then motioned to Danny,"he took a nap." Dash's left brow raised in confusion, utter and complete.

"Tucker! Stop confusing him," Sam reprimanded, grinning and holding back laughter.

"You just have to learn how to think differently," Danny supplied. "Once you can change how you think to match the question, it's easy." Danny smiled, and then looked back to Quandary. "Give me a hard one."

"As you wish. Now, what to choose, what to choose..." He snapped his fingers and questioned eagerly, " A man leaves home turns left, turns left again, turns left once more, then returns home. When he gets home he is greeted by two men in masks. Who are the men in masks? "

Danny rolled his eyes, "Honestly?"

"I had a few harder ones in mind for the end. And I won't compromise those yet."

"Alright," Danny closed his eyes and looked to Dash and Kwan. "Alright. So how many times did the man turn?"

"Three," They responded, uneasily.

"Hm, so three times..." Danny smiles, "And then he goes home. Do you think it looked a little like this, then:" He winked at Tucker and began to run diagonally.

"He leaves home!" Tucker announced, his voice deep. "He turns left!" Danny turned on his heal and ran left again. "He turns left again!" Danny again turned on his heal and ran left. "He turns left once more! He's goin' for it!" Danny runs faster, smiling at Tucker's announcing. "I can't believe my eyes! He returns home, unscathed!" Danny stops and waves to an invisible crowd of roaring fans.

"So who (in masks) would be waiting for him back at home?" Sam asked, much more quietly than the others.

"... The umpire and the catcher..."

"Exactly!" Danny and Quandary chorused.

Quandary smiled, and began his next question, "There was a one story house, where everything was blu-"

"Write this one on the board," Danny commanded, though it seemed like more of a recommendation. Quandary rolled his eyes, but obliged.

"There was a one story house where everything was blue. The windows were blue, the walls were blue, the ceilings were blue, the beds were blue, the doors were blue, the floors were blue, the lamps were blue, the pictures were blue, the pens were blue, the phones were blue, the books were blue, the chairs were blue, the tables were blue, and the list goes on. What color were the stairs?" He asked, writing it all down.

"Um, blue?" Star supplied.

"No," Quandary said proudly. He looked over to the smug, happy look on the halfa's face, "But it looks like Danny already knows."

"Have you already heard all these questions before, or somethin'?" Chester called from the back.

"What? No. Quandary only gives his newest questions, and never repeats," Danny supplied, and Quandary nodded. "Now, Star, I want you to repeat it to yourself. Then tell me what the two most important sentences are, describing the house."

Star did as she was told, and Paulina and Val had to help her once or twice. "The first and the last?"

"Exactly!" Danny smiled. "Now, only read those two sentences, out loud."

"There was a one story house where everything was blue. What color were the stairs?" Star and Val, followed by Paulina smiled, finally figuring it out. "There are no stairs in a one-story house!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Quandary smiled, and Danny punched the air.

"Next. I think you'll want me to write this down, too..." Quandary mumbled and began to write. "Name one eight letter word that has kst in the middle, in the beginning, and at the end?"

Danny, Sam and Tucker couldn't help but laugh. This one was almost as easy as the first! Sam and Danny's parents looked more confused than ever.

"kst-kst-kst?" Jeremy asked. Danny immediately had to hold back his laughter.

"No, sir." He responded after swallowing it. "You're a smart man, you should know that there isn't a word like that in the English language."

"So maybe it's not English?" Maddie asked. A proud look crossed his features. This wasn't something he'd expect from the stubborn-minded woman who hunted him. Maybe Quand was having an affect on her.

"That's, actually, and excellent idea. Great thinking on your part. But that's not it. You have to think in another way," Maddie thought again, now stumped.

"Wait!" Jack asked, looking to the board again. He sighed, "I got nothin'."

"No, you're right to look at the board!" Danny encouraged. "May I add some extra punctuation, Quandary?" the halfa asked his friend.

"Excellent. Feel free."

"Thanks." Danny began crossing things out and adding extra dots until it read: Name one eight letter word that has kst in the middle; in, the beginning; and, at the end.

"In-kst-and..." Pamela mumbled. "Inkstand?"

"Yes!" Sam punched the air, momentarily forgetting that Dani was asleep. Instantly she quieted her self and wrapped her arm around her again. "Good job," she congratulated, then returned to lightly rocking her daughter.

"Question nine, now. Think of words ending in -GRY. Angry and hungry are two of them. There are only three words in the English language. What is the third word? The word is something that everyone uses every day. If you have listened carefully, I have already told you what it is." Quandary wrote his riddle on the board.

It took Tucker a moment, before he chortled. Danny had to reread it before he, too, snickered.

"What is it?" Mikey and Chester chorused.

Danny smiled at them. "You guys know strategy. Use it," Danny grabbed Tucker's PDA and put it on dictionary setting. He tossed it to them, and smirked. "If you enter "-GRY" in the search bar it'll show you all the words that have it in them."

Mikey and Chester obliged, and ignored the nervous Tucker for someone other than he touching his precious device.

"Only hungry and angry have it at the end," Mikey assessed.

"Good, so you've got that settled," Danny replied.

"What do we have settled?" Chester asked.

"That this-" He put the first two sentences in parentheses, "Is just a smoke screen. It has nothing to do with the actual answer."

"Wait, Danny! Cross that out," Mikey commanded. Danny smirked and put one huge 'X' through the first to sentences.

"There are only three words in the English language. What is the third word? The word is something that everyone uses every day. If you have listened carefully, I have already told you what it is." Chester quoted. Danny smiled. They were getting it.

"Put "The English language" in parentheses." Mikey commanded and Danny did as he was told. He gave them a smirk, and underlined "the third word".

"Language!" Chester shouted.

"Exactly!" Quandary praised. Danny still smirked, smug.

"Next!" He called, and Quandary erased the board.

"This will take some time:

There are five houses. The Englishman lives in the red house. The Spaniard owns the dog. Coffee is drunk in the green house. The Ukrainian drinks tea. The green house is immediately to the right of the ivory house. The Old Gold smoker owns snails. Kools are smoked in the yellow is drunk in the middle house. The Norwegian lives in the first house. The man who smokes Chesterfields lives in the house next to the man with the fox. Kools are smoked in the house next to the house where a horse is kept. The Lucky Strike smoker drinks orange juice. The Japanese smokes Parliaments. The Norwegian lives next to the blue house.
Now, who drinks water? Who owns the zebra?"

Danny's eyes went wide. "You really did choose a hard one. Einstein, right?"

"Albert, himself," Quandary nodded.

"Anyone wanna take a go at it?" Danny asked, and everyone shook their heads. He shrugged and went to the other side of the chalkboard, quickly stealing a piece from Quand's hand. "Tuck, read 'em all slowly to me."

Tucker smirked. He knew Danny's type of slowly, especially when it came to riddles. Tucker repeated the question only stopping for a few seconds between sentences.

Danny smiled, "Norwegian drinks the water. Japanese owns the Zebra."

"Correct-a-mundo!" Quandary praised. Danny smiled, relaxed.

"two... minutes..." Lancer's face went slack.

"Yes?" Danny asked, turning to face him.

"You figured that it two minutes. You said it would take you some time..."

"In case you haven't noticed, Lancer," Tucker interrupted, "He's gotten most of these in less than fifteen seconds. You guys took eleven hours to find an answer to one question. In only six minutes, he's not only been able to find the answer for himself, but help you all figure out the answers for yourselves."

"Tucker!" Danny reprimanded. "Lay off him! He doesn't mean a thing by it."

"Danny!"

"Tuck!"

"Boys... Shut it, before I have to come over there," Sam warned.

"He started it!" the two teens chorused, pointing at Mr. Lancer. Sam raised her eyebrow at her two boys, and they instantly shrunk back a little.

"It's not like we meant to do anything..."

"Yeah, I mean..." TUcker took of his hat to run his hand through his black fuzz of hair, "I just thought that they should know..."

"No one should ever know, Tuck," Danny replied. Sam turned her harsh gaze to him, and he quieted.

"You know that," Sam agreed, regardless of the stare she gave Danny. "Now, what do you say to Mr. Lancer, Tuck?"

"I'm sorry," Tucker grumbled, without much meaning.

"And what do you say to Tuck, Danny?"

"I'm sorry for reprimanding you," he droned, "even when I know that that's Sam's job."

Suddenly her right hand became a free hand that slapped Danny upside the head.

"Next riddle," Danny grumbled, rubbing his head.

"Final riddle. I turn polar bears white and I will make you cry. I make guys have to pee and girls comb their hair. I make celebrities look stupid and normal people look like celebrities. I turn pancakes brown and make your champagne bubble. If you squeeze me, I'll pop. If you look at me, you'll pop. What am I?"

Danny thought hard about this one. He knew that he knew it. The concepts seemed familiar, but the words escaped him.

"The time has come,

winter is here

and those yellow bears disappear.

The time has past
as man looks back with a sigh
and a tear in his eye.

As time is held
boys cross their legs
but of course the toilet begs

As time marches on
Girls loose their blush
and swap a comb for their brush

As time passes
For those held high
their end is nigh

As time catches up
Everyone is equal
when we get to the final sequel

As time turns
Without it we have flour and water
With it we have breakfast for my daughter

As time revolves
How does one turn water and wine
into something so fine

As time runs out
The more in a minute you try and squeeze
the less you can do with ease.

As time ticks
All the time that has past
man cannot comprehend something so vast," came a tired, childish voice. Dani was sitting up in Sam's arms, a smile playing on her lips. "The answer is time, Quandary."

Quandary ruffled the girl's hair, and she yawned. "Excellent, my dear."

"There's my girl," Danny and Sam chorused quietly.

Like it? It's my last day of Winter break! UGH! DX Oh well, enjoy dears! Oh! I almost forgot! The answer to Last chapter's trivia is dust. Orbs are caused by dust in the air, more frequently that by actual paranormal say you are going to do some daredevil flying within a shower of meteors derived from the comet Swift-Tuttle. This shower usually is the most spectacular one seen from Earth, at least in the northern hemisphere during July and August, and its name honors the Greek hero who slew Medusa and rescued Andromeda. What meteor shower is this?

The answer will come with my next update!