Sam and Tucker ended up having stuff to do, so it was just me and Danny hanging out. I didn't know Danny as well as I knew Sam, but I certainly wasn't going to complain about getting to know him better. The poor kid warned me that his parents would probably hold us up for a little while before they let us go, but to get them to leave us alone I would have to feign disinterest. In my case, I wouldn't have to feign it. I really wasn't interested in weapons that could potentially kill me completely.

Sure enough, as soon as we entered FentonWorks his mother, Maddie Fenton, and his father, Jack Fenton, talked to us and while Danny's mother made a bunch of remarks about how "adorable" I was and Danny's father blathered on about his new invention, I kept a disinterested look and ignored the fact that Mrs. Fenton was teasing Danny about wanting to keep me "all to himself" when he tried to drag me away. I followed him with a small smile, forcing down a blush at Mrs. Fenton's motherly attitude.

"You did not tell me your parents were like that," I told Danny, shaking my left index finger at him accusingly. He laughed a little in a friendly way and apologized, his speech getting interrupted by his snickers. We spent the next hour just asking each other questions, and at one point I told Danny that if we were going to ask questions we might as well play 20 Questions. He shot down that idea by saying that he hated the game, and I let it go at that.

I did end up meeting Danny's sister, Jazz, but we only talked for a few minutes before she tried to analyze my mental state and Danny made her leave the room.

"Sorry, she does that. She wants to be a psychiatrist," Danny sighed, and I chuckled a little.

"That's alright. She reminds me a little of my mother, always trying to know what was going on inside everyone's heads." The one remaining purple eye of my human form faintly noticed Danny's expression, but I mentally ignored it and told Danny that we'd better do our homework now or it wouldn't get done. He sighed heavily and mumbled something about hoping I'd forgotten about the homework, but he nonetheless pulled out his homework while I got out mine and we did it together.

By the time we were finished, an entire one-and-a-half hours had passed and Mrs. Fenton was calling up to Danny to tell him that dinner was almost done. He hurried downstairs to ask her if I could stay, even though I tried to convince him that I was perfectly okay with going home and coming back tomorrow or some other time. Somehow he managed to get his mother to agree and, as luck would have it, there was no meat for dinner. Just roasted fish, which actually happened to be my favorite form of cooked fish.

I felt more than a little out-of-place eating with the Fentons but Mr. Fenton talked about the invention that he had upgraded, something he called the "Specter Deflector 8.0". I didn't like the sound of that. Neither did Danny, who grew became a little quieter when his father started talking about the ghost hunting equipment. He talked about the Fenton thermos (which I was going to point out looked like the thermos that Danny Phantom had but then my courage left me) and about the "Ghost Gabber" and the "Ghost Gauntlets". I listened halfheartedly, not really interested in weapons that could kill me.

"And... n-none of these w-weapons c-can hurt h-humans, r-right?" I whispered, and Mr. Fenton nodded eagerly. He went on to talk about how the "Jack-o-nine-tails" would shock ghosts but do nothing to humans, and how they had "phase-proof" nets. I tried to be polite, I really did, but I was more than relieved when Danny asked his dad not to talk about ghosts when he had a friend over. The older man looked a bit hurt, but instead went on to talk to his wife about how ghosts couldn't feel emotion. I silently begged to differ, I was half-ghost and I still had emotions! Plenty of ghosts I'd met had emotions too, they just preferred not to show them around humans.

After dinner, Danny tried to convince me (in the privacy of his room) to stay over for the night, as it was getting dark and he said he didn't feel like I should walk home that night. I, however, told him that I would rather go home for the night and just come back in the morning to get his lazy butt out of bed. I won the argument and at 8 PM, I walked home. As soon as I was out of sight of FentonWorks, I went into my ghost form and flew home; Danny's concerned look as he told me that he didn't feel as though I should walk home that night had stuck in my head.

I curled up in my bed but didn't fall asleep. Well, I fell asleep once but nightmares about my past plagued me so much that I woke up at 11 PM and stayed up. The nightmare had been about my mother, specifically how she died. I tried to banish the image of my witch mother being burned by people who didn't believe she was human, the people who tossed me into the Ghost Zone where I was found by Vlad Masters while the millionaire was scouting through the Zone for ghosts who meant to cause trouble, Vlad Masters of whom paid for me to live in my own home. Vlad Masters was a nice guy, sort of a fruit loop but very compassionate. Vlad Plasmius, on the other hand, was the exact opposite.

I forced myself not to think about my nightmare, not to think about my mother, not to think about Plasmius, to think instead about how it would be Saturday soon. By refusing to acknowledge what kept me awake, my mind relaxed and I fell asleep once more.

I woke up to my three friends in my house.

It wasn't a very nice awakening, getting up at 10 am only to hear people in your kitchen. I peeked in and audibly sighed in relief at the sight of them just hanging around my kitchen.

"Sorry, Rose," Sam apologized. "Did we wake you?"

"Nah, don't worry about it. But, you know, it would have been better for me to wake up to you guys knocking on the door instead of waking up to you guys just hanging around my kitchen." I invited them into the living room, both Danny and Tucker looking a little guilty at having not at least knocked first before entering my house. I got Tucker and Danny into a heated argument about who was better at Doomed, which Sam and I found pretty hilarious while we compared being a pescatarian to being a vegetarian.

My excuse for liking to be a pescatarian was that I didn't have to abstain from all animal products, just meat. Sam just liked to be unique, which was why she was a goth ultra-recyclo-vegetarian. We eventually stopped talking and just laughed at the funny parts of Danny and Tucker's argument, which just so happened to be the entire thing.

After we got the two boys to calm down a little, we all went to the park after I'd disappeared to my room and gotten dressed. I hadn't expected to go anywhere today, so the park was a nice change of my plans. Originally, I was just going to sit inside all day and try to write song lyrics. But going to park sounded much more fun.

Of course, being at the park wasn't fun for the entire two hours we stayed there. No, for the last half-an-hour all four of us ended up trying to escape Johnny 13's wrath. At some point, Danny got separated from us and I noticed that Phantom had appeared. Apparently, Johnny was upset because his girlfriend, Kitty, had told him that he was lame. Which, personally, I thought was true. There was no way that Johnny 13 was as cool as he claimed to be.

Kitty was a sort of friend of mine just like the Box Ghost, except I was slightly terrified of her because she could make me disappear with a kiss. Besides, I didn't really want Kitty to kiss me anyway, thanks. Johnny sped past Phantom and grabbed me by the scruff of my jacket, pulling me onto his motorcycle behind him and with terror in my expression, he dragged me back to the Ghost Zone with him.

Either Kitty had convinced Johnny to bring me to her so that she could mess with my hair, or Johnny was planning to keep me hostage so that he could kill Phantom and then me. Either way, I was terrified. And I didn't have high hopes of being rescued and getting away alive.