Disclaimer! All rights to Danny Phantom go to Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon (current owners of the copyright claim) This is a fan interpretation and is made with respect to the source material. Also #goghostagain

With her hair down and dressed in a brand new set of jeans and NASA emblem T-shirt, Dani clung to Maddie's hand as they walked out the courtroom. She felt her legs give in from her nerves but Jack picked her up, cradling her in his arms as her legs dangling. She rested her head on his shoulder and her eyes slowly closed as everyone took a turn at gently rubbing head. By the time they got to the car, Dani was asleep in Jazzmine's arms.

"Aww," Maddie whispered as she buckled the sleeping child with a seatbelt, "Couldn't sleep last night, could she?"

"Not a wink from what I heard," Danny replied as he pulled out one of shoulder pillow things and put it on Dani.

"We should get cake," Jack added, "She was crying so much when all the paperwork got signed."

Danny watched Jazz carefully adjust Dani's head, "I didn't think she had it in her to go full melodrama sobbing from joy- Then again, it looked exactly like you when you got your acceptance letters."

"It's genetics!" Their mom added.

What the Fentons didn't know was the fate of the judge left behind in the courtroom...

Shoved against the wall by a man in a white suit and three others standing around the office, digging through papers, the judge was horrified by the way these men talked about the child he just signed adoption forms for. The never said her name, used codenames for every member of the family. These were criminals. With the goal of getting their hands on a little girl. If he gets out of this he has to warn them.

The Men in White have gone rogue.

Valerie looked at reports, death records. The thought of a teen haunting people after death- what did she go through? An article caught her eye- a violent fire burning down a farm one town over. The cause- short-circuiting of a plugged-in electric guitar- there was only one victim. No name. She looked at the date, trying to cross-reference it with the old paper record that were yet to be digitised. The farm's name did not hint towards the family that lived there and articles only showed that they moved away after.

"Oi!" The old librarian passed by her, "Why are ye looking at the old McLainstrong fire? There ain't no farm there now, just apartments," she added adjusting the pair of thick-lensed glasses on her face. "Tsk, the poor girl was about your age when all that happened."

Val stopped, "How do you know it was a girl?" glancing back at her papers, "It doesn't say"

"Of course it doesn't! People want to read about the exciting stuff! The fire, the burning, not the poor soul that died that day." She squinted. "What do you want to know for?"

"Just curious I guess," She wondered if the old Librarian knew the girl, "I'm Valerie, nice to meet you."

"You can call me Mrs Olive, It's a pleasure." He dry lips smacked together, "It's about that Ember ghost, ain't it?"

"Are you going to tell me off?" Mentally preparing herself for the wrath of the woman, Valerie replied.

"She loves that guitar enough to keep playing after her death," Mrs Olive sighed. "Tember McLainstrong, named after her maternal grandmother- pretty, old-fashioned name."

"You knew her?"

The woman pulled out a phone, "I don't really know how to use these but my grandkids put all my old photos on here," She slowly looked through photos, showing an old class photo, in the back corner was a girl, standing shyly, the fringe covering half her face. "There, and that's her brother." Olive pointed at the other side, he resembled Ember more- confident, smiling. "I was just out of University, my first class. And the reason I went into phycology."