Note: no reveal in Phantom Planet.

Parkermundane: I know that feeling :/ School's tiring but I do enjoy it cause of my friends XD Thanks for reviewing ^^ The constant scene changes are kinda like Clockwork looking into the future ;D *hint**hint* But don't worry the story won't be that confusing... I hope!

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Amity Park; the most hunted city in the US. Waking up after another full day of rest, the half-awake boy was mentally grateful for the unspoken truce between the ghosts and the humans after the Disasteriod. However, he knew that the truce would not last for long. The ghosts do have their obsessions to fulfil and being half ghost himself, he would have to know about the importance of them.

Entering the washroom, Danny yawned as he stretched. It was the beginning of a great day. No older overbearing sister yelling at him to wake up or be late, no cold ghost sense to send him shooting through his ceiling and no teeth that are-

"AHHHH! What is this! No, no, no, what do I do? What do I do?"

The grip he had on the basin was so strong that he left hand marks on it. Fate just liked to pick on him, giving him a great day for once but slapping him as soon as he was least expecting it. What a great day indeed, and on the last day of the break too. "Awww, you have-"

"-got to be kidding me!" Grabbing the last of her belongings, the short haired goth made her way to the overly stuffed purple luggage.

"Come on, just. Close. Already." She grunted as it protested, zip unable to close with the presents taking up half of the luggage space. With one last squeak of protest, the spider decorated luggage zipped shut. A satisfied smirked made its way onto her face as she dusted her hands. Picking up her phone, she smiled fondly at the lock screen of Team Phantom before the change in the digitalized minute caught her attention.

"Shoot, I'm about to be late." Shrugging on a coat, black of course, she snatched up her sling bag before pulling her luggage along with her. Pamela Manson stood by the door in a pink frilly dress as usual. She frowned at her daughter's choice of clothing as soon as Sam came out of the room. Giving a look of disgust to the luggage, she sighed, too worn out from the packing to even start with her daughter. Ushering her out of the hotel, Pamela gave it a onceover before shutting the door. Sam entered the lift with a smile, her Grandma Ida and parents following her. "Just a flight away from good old spooky Amity Park."

"Yes! Home sweet home!" the bespectacled boy yelled as he flopped onto the bed.

"REMEMBER TO PACK YOUR BAG FOR SCHOOL TOMORROW, TUCKER!"

"Oh right, there's school tomorrow... OKAY MUM!" Sighing, he stood up. All the while mumbling under his breath as he got to work. Luggage unpacked, check. School bag packed, check. Video call girlfriend, check!

"Hey there, hot stuff. How's your break?"

"Call me that again, babe, and I'll blast your face off."

"Aw come on, Val, you miss me."

"Yeah, yeah, you wish."

"You just got back from patrol?"

"What do you think?" the visor on the red armour slid back to reveal her face to the video camera. Relaxing her arm, the gun she held onto let out a whine as it charged down. Its pink glow fading as she kept her armour.

"You know," the speaker crackled as the connection restabilized, "we never really got the time to figure out where your armour goes to."

"VALERIE, ARE YOU HOME?"

"YES DADDY! I'M COMING! Well, we've got to leave it till next time again, Tuck. See you in school tomorrow!"

"VALERIE?"

"I'M COMING!"