An explosion echoed through the ghost zone, with Clockwork's lair as the origin. Or in this case, the victim of it. White flames covered the debris of the room and an atmosphere of smoke limited his vision field. He watched his hands for the first time in a long time before turning them into fists due to the growing rage coming from the depts of his being. Filled with energy, he used his fists to blast all around him with the goal to destroy everything. Walls, windows, doors and the very floor underneath his boots were his targets, and to finish it all, he used his ghostly wail to demolish the wall in front of him.

The dust settled little by little and moving his head fast, he inspected his surrounding from left to right. Most of the interior walls were destroyed and the entire back of the lair was gone, a gaping hole through which he could stare at the eternity of the ghost zone. All that remained were the frontal façade and the main hall, although not for long if it was up to him. Clockwork had to pay for what he did to him and pay he will, but first he needed to calm down. It wouldn't be wise to let anger cloud his judgement in this moment, what he needed was to remain unfazed to start planning his next move. His eyes scanned the room in search for any movement that revealed Clockwork's position, but he only saw a piece of metal with the word Fenton in it.

Steady, he walked until he stood in front of the object and stepped on it with violence. A smile formed in his face. He was finally free. After years of accumulation power and the thermos deteriorating, he released all that energy and the blast that came as a result of it was enough to end his captivity.

With a cold head, he adopted a defensive stance. Yes, he had escaped, but Clockwork should've seen it coming and probably took countermeasures. He explored what was still standing of the lair, moving debris to see if there was something useful underneath it that could help him decipher the Time Master's plan, but the place was empty. No weapons, no time medallions nor anyone there besides him. He walked into the furthest room from the entrance and noticed the remains of a big spherical machine. To both sides there were gigantic cogs on a clock, which drove him to the conclusion that in that room there used to be a time portal. But analyzing the destruction patterns, he noticed that wasn't his doing.

Something didn't add up. First, few next to no ghost would ever dare to attack the time guardian for it would be fruitless and worthless; second, Clockwork would never allow this kind of damage to his own lair unless… he was the one who did it.

"What are you up to?" He thought when a scream coming from the main room reached his ears.

- Clockwork! – An Observant shouted again after entering the lair. – What is all this mess? – He whispered when he saw the debris in his surroundings.

The white flames had extinguished by then, and all that was left were black stains.

- Clockwork! The court of the Observants has summoned you immediately! – He shouted as he moved towards the time portal room. – You stand accused for the destruct…! – He couldn't finish his sentence as he saw the rests of the portal scattered all across the room.

They woke up that day to the news that their time portal within their court had been destroyed. With all the background of their conflicts with him, their logical conclusion was to accuse Clockwork. And it made sense considering how cryptic he had been during his last audience with them… but with this sight, he was no longer sure.

- Clockwork? – He called again, with no answer.

He roamed through what was left of the place, but couldn't find anyone. He started moving towards the exit to notify about this new development. Everything pointed towards being under attack, but by who?

The most powerful ghosts were always neutral and didn't do much of anything in the ghost zone. They just existed. Clockwork was one of them. Or had been. The only logic step forward was that these attacks were coming from an outsider. "But humans aren't this powerful". A small reflection coming from the ground flashed in his eye.

He bended over to lift the small metallic piece from the floor. He observed it for a while and noticed its surface was curved. "It's warm". He observed it again until realization hit him and he threw it aside as if it burned him. He needed to warn someone about it. He flew faster towards the exit, but a presence at the door froze him in his spot.

- Y-you! – He pointed at the intruder while he felt every molecule of his being filling with horror and dread, especially went that figure stepped out of the shadows into the light.

- Me. – He smiled. – Where are you going with such hurry?

She hated doing that, but couldn't stop biting her fingernails. It was around 5 pm and she still had no word about Danny since that morning. Yes, he was grounded, but it wasn't like his parents would take away his phone now that he was an adult, right? She took her phone and debated again with herself on whether she should send him another text. Was he avoiding her now? "No Sam. Don't go there". She repeated mentally. Danny liked her and she shouldn't forget it. But then… why won't he text her back? She didn't want to seem like an overbearing girlfriend for trying to find out what was going on, but she couldn't help but worry.

Absentmindedly, she smiled at the thought of that word. She felt happy. She was in such a great mood that she didn't pick a fight with her parents. They even went out together and she agreed to try one of the dresses her mother suggested. But back on topic, she needed to know about him. Suddenly, her phone rang in her hands causing her to drop it. In a hurry, she picked it up and answered the called without looking at the caller ID.

- Danny? – She said in a rush and… excited?

- Danny? Damn, he has you over heels. – His friend answered.

Sam lowered the phone to her chest so tucker wouldn't hear her smacking her forehead with her other hand.

- Hi Tuck. – She could hear him laughing at her.

- I'm sorry to disappoint you Sam. But I can assure you I am as, if not more, charming as he is. -He said with pride.

- You just called for that? – She said frustrated.

- Well, I wasn't expecting that reaction from you… but that was a nice surprise. – He said. – But for real, do you know anything about him? I haven't been able to reach him the whole day.

"It's not only me". She thought.

- No. – She added casually. – I texted him in the morning, but he hasn't read it yet.

- Crap. If he's not answering to you, there is no hope for me. – He joked.

- Why do you want him for? – She inquired.

- Easy Sam. I'm not taking your boyfriend out as a wingman for hunting. – He teased her.

- Ugh. – She replied repulsed.

Tucker laughed on the phone and Sam smiled.

- Why you say it like that? – She asked.

- Because it's true. – He said. – Or at least I hope one day it would.

- Well, stop then. It's denigrating. – She berated him.

- It's just a word Sam. But I guess now "labels" are wrong… - He said ironically.

- Of course they are! Those are humans being you're talking about Tuck, and you talk of them as if they were just a piece of meat that…

- Wait…What? Sam, what are you talking about? – Tucked said really confused.

- I'm talking about you and your stupid hunting. What did you th…?

Without any other word, Tucker hanged up. Sam was weirded out and just stared at the screen of her phone.

- Rude… - She whispered, but before she could put her phone away, it rang again.

Tucker Foley is video calling…

- Spit it all out, sis. – He ordered as she answered.

- What do you mean?

- Samantha Manson, don't make me go to your place and force the truth out of you.

Tucker's face was dead serious, but she still had no idea what he meant.

- Tucker, feel free to explain why…

- You're mad because I used the term "hunting", not because I said I would take your boyfriend with me.

- And? – Sam was waiting for him to continue, but he was just grinning like an idiot. – I mean, we both know Danny wouldn't go with you anyways.

- So, it's true… - Tucker said.

Damn. It. Sam panicked when she understood what Tucker meant and her face lighted up.

- No! I mean… that's not… Tucker, wait!

- When were you gonna tell me? – He complained. – Because you were planning on tell me, right?

- Tucker, it's not what you're thinking. – She was mortified.

- Hell, it is! You didn't even flinch when I called him your boyfriend.

- You're always calling him like that! – She fought back. – I was eventually going to get used to it.

- Well, that was fast.

- Tucker, I promise you… - A knock on her window called her attention and she saw a girl floating waving at her.

- Who's that? If that's Romeo…

- Shut it Tuck. It's Danielle.

She ignored everything his friend was saying on the phone, walked to the window and opened it. The girl only extended a paper note she was holding.

- I gotta run. – She said. – I have to be somewhere else, but Danny asked me to bring this to you.

- I knew it! – Tucker voice echoed.

- Don't worry. – Dani whispered. – I didn't read it. – She winked before flying away.

Sam just growled in embarrassment. First Tucker and now Dani. Who was next? Jazz? Her parents?

- Sam, answer me. Sam? Sam! Fine, since you…

She unfolded the paper and read:

"Sam. Whatever you do, don't come to my house today". Danny.

- … go to Danny's house before you 2 can cover for each other.

- What? – She replied automatically.

- Oh, now you're listening?

- Tucker, I don't think it's a good idea…

- Why?

- Danny is grounded.

On the screen, Tucker deadpanned as if she just said the most stupid thing in history.

- Of all the excuses you could come up with, that's really the one you're going with?

- I mean it. He… - She paused. – Forgot to pick up Jazz at the airport and his parents grounded him for it.

- That… does sound like Danny. – He muttered. He remained silent and pensative for a while before speaking again. – So… you guys are not…?

Sam looked away and bit her lower lip. She wanted to say yes. Tucker was his friend after all. But he was Danny's best friend and maybe he should be the one to tell him the news. Or both of them. But doing it behind Danny's back just felt wrong. However, denying it didn't make her happy either.

- No. – She said, disappointed on herself. Although for Tucker, she was just disappointed.

- Damn it… - He muttered and rubbed his face with both hands. – Well… I guess we could visit him tomorrow.

- Sure. – She smiled to him.

- I gotta go. Bye. – He waved at her.

- Bye Tuck.

Video call with Tucker Foley ended.

- Shit… - She fell into her mattress.

- They're late. – He said to the one next to him.

- Clockwork is probably causing trouble. – The other replied.

- We should've sent a larger committee! – Someone in the back shouted.

The Observants looked behind before turning their one eye towards the one who was the moderator for today's session. The ghost was floating at the center of the court trying to keep the order.

- If they don't show up in the next min…

The front door exploded behind him and the shockwave sent him flying to the first row of the court's steps. When the smoke caused by the explosion settled, they discovered their emissary laying on the floor. Unconscious.

- What's the meaning of this?! – One said while approaching his fellowman on the ground. He lifted his eye. – Clockwork!

But it wasn't Clockwork the one who crossed the threshold of the door. With cadence in his steps and a frightening calm, white boots entered the vision field of everyone in the courtroom. The Observant quickly backed, leaving the unconscious ghost on the floor.

- This means… - A deep voice started talking. - … I didn't receive the answers I was looking for. – He finished when his full body was visible for everyone.

Dan looked around and his smile widened when he perceived the fear in all of them. God, how he'd missed that sensation! Even when these ghosts had just an eye as a face, he could easily decipher the nervousness in their body language. Years had gone by and he was in a different timeline, but he hadn't lost his touch.

- Luckily for me, life always gives second chances. – She said. – I just hope you will be more… cooperative than your friend here. – He lightly kicked the unconscious Observant.

People had always said that the calm before the storm is the worst, but it isn't quite like that. There is no calm… just silence. Not a word was spoken during those moments, just glances among the Observants. Clockwork failed to contain this evil and now it was up to them to stop him.

- Shall we begin? – He asked with a smile.

Then, everyone in the court launched towards him with one thought in mind.

He was exhausted and his hands were itchy. His parents made him clean the lab, the emergency ops center and, worst of all, the attic his dad used to keep all his failed inventions. At this point, he could swear his dad accumulate all of that on purpose, to have something they can force him to do in these scenarios. Due to the constant surveillance over him from his parents, he couldn't use his powers to create duplicates to finish faster, so he ended up like this, laying on the floor of his bedroom fighting to stay awake.

Among all the bad, the good this was that his mom didn't keep an eye on him. She kind of did during the first hour of work and it had been the most embarrassing experience of his life. And that was a lot considering that he once stood in front of the entire school wearing only a diaper. In one hour, his mom had successfully summarized probably all the awkward conversations parents were meant to give their children across their lives: the changes your body undergoes during adolescence, how babies were made, safe sex, the consequences of pregnancy at early ages and, the cherry on top, marriage.

His mistake had been to interrupt her in the middle of her rant with an "it was just a kiss", because then her mother painted a whole soup opera in her head where their kissing session got too heated and resulted in an unwanted pregnancy, where the Masons wanted Danny's head on a spike and an abortion; but thanks to Sam's principles, it all ended in an arrange marriage that, in the long run, caused them to resent and hate each other, condemning them to live in a loveless marriage.

Thankfully, his father had mercy of him and took over his wife's place. Jack didn't spoke much, safe for giving Danny instructions on what was still functional or where he needed to move all the stuff he was handling. And Danny was thankful for that. While he was down in the lab, his ghost sense went off and, turning his eyes green, he discovered Dani roaming near a shelf.

- Do you need something? – He said lowly.

Things were still unresolved and tense between them, so she tried to keep things professional while remaining invisible.

- I do actually. – She landed on the floor. – Do you have another thermos? I think mine is broken or something. – She shook her thermos in the air.

Danny nodded and walked to the other side of the lab to a locker. He took out a new one and handed it to her.

- Give me the old one… I'll take care of it.

- Thank you. – She did as instructed and buckled it to her belt.

- Hey… could you do me a favor?

Dani stared at him.

- Sure. Tell me.

He just expected Sam will listen to him and avoid coming to see him. His mom was still shock and he wanted, above all, to avoid that she would share the same story to Sam.

Making an effort, he stood up, got into the bathroom and took a quick shower. He put on some pants and jumped to bed. Now that he was cold, his muscles were sore but sleep engulfed him faster.

He was crawling through the ground, avoiding the rests of his kind splattered all across the floor while trying not to draw any attention to himself. The pain was unbearable, even for a ghost. The horrific scream coming from behind his was everything he needed to start moving faster. The brief explosion, followed by the ectoplasm rain that tainted his clothing let him know the suffering of one of his siblings had come to an end. He kept on crawling, but stopped when the sound of footsteps reached his ear. Out of desperation, he tried to move faster disregarding the chuckle he could hear behind him, until a hand took him from the back of his tunic by his nape and lifted him in the air.

He was tuned around and saw straight into those red eyes looking back at him with amusement. That monster clearly enjoyed the carnage.

- Who told you to leave? – Dan stared at him.

- You… - Nothing he could say would have an effect on him, so he settled for some closure before his end. – Why?

Dan rolled his eyes and dropped him on the floor, standing up.

- Clockwork… We don't know we he is… We were waiting for him! – He screamed with what strength he had left.

- I know. – He looked at him.

- Then why…?

- What did expect it would happen? – He asked with curiosity. – That we would hold hands around a bond fire and sing Kumbaya for eternity? – He put his left boot in the chest of the Observant. – No. This is what happens when you lock a monster for 7 years. The monster… - He paused, thinking. - … grows violent.

- We…

- Are as guilty as Clockwork. – He started applying pressure with his foot. – But he had the wisdom to hide beforehand. So… where is he hiding?

The Observant just chuckled.

- You know we don't know.

- Then tell me something useful to find him.

- Or what? – He challenged him. – You'll kill me? You'll let me live?

- You will cease to exist today, don't even hesitate that. – He replied. – The speed with which it will happen is the only thing that will change.

- If so… - He said with resignation. – I got nothing for you.

The Observant closed his eye, waiting for the torture to begin. And Dan didn't like it. Not a little bit.

- Slowly then.

And stomping his chest, the calvary of the last Observant begun.

- Report. – The man behind the desk in a white suit demanded.

In front of him, a women dressed up just like him and with black skin was… intimidated by her superior.

- Operative T, I don't like repeating myself.

- We were… - She started narrating, trying to keep a neutral tone in her voice. - … working in the sequencer with a small sample of ectoranium when the ghost alarm went off in all the precinct. Immediately we activated the response protocol and we deployed a tactical team to identify the source of the ectoplasmic signature detected. – She exhaled. – Halfway, the electric grid failed and all the facility was left unprotected.

- What about the backup generators?

- A collective malfunction, sir. The technicians found evidence of tampering and sabotage in the incorporation line from the power to the main grid.

"Tampering… human or ghostly?" That was the questions he didn't ask but echoes in his head.

- Go on.

- The tactical team swept the floors, but… when they reached the third, there was a detonation followed by a large fire and smoke cloud coming from the incubation station. We stuck to protocol and started the evacuation of the personal, while our brigade tried to extinguish the flames.

- Any trace of explosive devices?

- No, sir. After suffocating the flames, the experts inspected the facilities and determined that the fire started in the greenhouse and the explosion was caused by the fire reaching the oxygen tanks used to regulate the atmosphere.

- And the blackout prevented the flame arresters to start. – He concluded.

- I'm afraid so, sir.

Operative Alpha stood up and circled his desk with his hands behind his back, not looking at a specific point in the room.

- Casualties?

- None, sir. Save for a few rookies who went into shock after the detonation, is a white balance.

- Anything else? – He stopped in front of her.

- Yes. – She muttered and looked down. – When we returned to the lab…

- Yes?

- It was destroyed, sir. – She paused when she saw him make a face. – The sequencer, the servers, the computers… everything.

- So, the research…

- It's gone. – Operative Alpha turned violently towards her. – The plants, the samples, the sequences…

His anger grew with each word, until he couldn't contain it and took the first thing he found on top of his desk and threw it to the wall. The object shattered by the impact and he released a scream to blow off some steam.

- Well… - Operative T spoke again. – Nearly everything.

- What are you talking about? – He said coldly. – We spent millions of dollars in your little science fair project and it isn't feasible anymore!

- It's all here. – She pointed to her head. – And here. - She moved her finger towards her heart.

- Don't say stupid things, Operative! Feelings won't help in this situation!

- I didn't meant feelings, sir. – She defended her position. – I meant the vial you keep in the chest pocket of your suit.

Alpha hardened his expression and put violently the vial on the table, making her jump.

- And what would a few milliliters do when we needed cubic meters?! And in case you didn't remember, your little plant is extinct!

- Sir, if I may… there is a chance.

- Explain yourself. – He said trying to calm down.

- We knew the large-scale production based on the plant would never be feasible. – She took the vial in her hands.

- Then why…?

- That's why we were working on the sequencer. – She interrupted him. – To find out the molecular composition of the compound and move to the artificial reproduction phase. – When his shoulder slumbered a it, she continued. – All I need is one microliter of this… - She lifted the vial. – … the sequencer Operative A has in his new facilities and the rest, is here. – She pointed to her head again.

- Are you sure? – He asked after a brief pause.

- Sir, once I have the molecular sequence of the ectoranium, it would be a matter of time before the mass production of it. – She shook the vial.

- How fast can you get it? – He asked fixing his suit.

- If you transfer me and my crew now to the new facilities, we'll deliver the portal and the formula the same day. – She said confident.

Alpha looked at her in silence before sighing. He went back to his seat and reclined in the chair.

- You have 5 minutes to pick everything you need. You leave in 10 minutes.

- Thank you, sir. – She bowed and left the office.

Alone, he took his glasses off to rub his eyes. During his outburst, he caused wrinkles on his suit and that was a direct violation of article 63. But he didn't care.

- I need vacations…

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He heard it was a good relaxing technique and shockingly, it was. He repeated the exercise a few more times before opening his eyes and behold the green atmosphere of the ghost zone. He was in an area he wasn't very familiar with, so he wasn't sure on where to go now. In his timeline, he never had the necessity to conquer places in the ghost zone because he was mostly in the human plane. The more powerful he became, the least number of ghosts dared to stand in his way and the very few who did, paid the price for their foolish arrogance. Hence why he never bothered on memorizing this place.

He needed a plan. He had indulged himself a bit with the Observants and now, he could return to his rational and calculating self.

What was the problem? Clockwork. - He didn't know where he was or what was planning, but he was the only one with enough power to undo anything he did from now on. What did he need? Find him and get rid of him. – In his timeline, Clockwork was the only one who challenged him and if he got rid of him, the rest of the ghosts would keep their distance. What were his advantages? Anonymity and stealth. – This timeline didn't know him and the few who did weren't around. Which lead him to his final question: what obstacles did he have? Just one.

His younger self on this timeline could cause him significative problems. He had to find a way to distract him to keep him from messing with his plans. Once Clockwork was gone, Daniel wouldn't have a way to revert what he would do to the world. As long as he didn't know where he was, he has the upper hand.

"Frostbite" One of the Observants said that with the hopes he would spare his life. At the moment, he thought of it as something absurd, but if he considered it as some worthy last words, it was something worth looking into.

- Now… left or right?

- What do you have on that backpack? – Sam asked Tucker.

It was around 11 am and they were walking to Danny's house. Tucker was chilling, unknowing of Sam's distress. She was a nervous wreck, not only because they were going to Danny's house, but because she was going to her boyfriend's house. How was she supposed to greet him? With a kiss? God knew she would love to, but greeting him like that in front of Tucker after lying to him about that topic in less than 24 hours… perhaps was the best idea. But if she didn't kiss him and Danny felt bad about it… "Stop overthinking!" She berated herself. "You're Sam Manson, not Paulina Sanchez. Just act normal".

- Just my laptop, mi console, controllers and a few games to spend the evening. – He palmed his backpack full of goods. – But I only bring 2 controllers, so you and Danny will have to share.

- Why? – She asked trying to think about something else.

- You think you can beat me so I would be the one passing the controller? – He asked amused.

- No. I meant why you're carrying all of that. Danny has his own stuff.

-Yeah, but… - He made emphasis on the "but". – If he's grounded as you said he is and had his phone taken, probably means that they took also every other electronic mean of communication, such as computers, tablets, mp3 players, consoles…

- Ok, I get it Sherlock.

- And we need something that can distract us for a while. – He added. – Because unlike you, I can't stare at your eyes for hours without getting bored.

Sam made a face and hid her blush with her hair, but Tucker still saw it and laughed.

- It's good. – He said.

- What?

- That you're not… obsess with forgetting him anymore. – He smiled.

- Well… I won't do in a week what I couldn't do in years. – She concealed the excitement in her voice with resignation.

There was something weird with her. 3 days ago, anything he would say related to the blue-eyed boy with cost him a punch or a physical threat. But now… she was her 16-year-old self. Embarrassed, blushing and in love. He needed to end that charade today, by force if he had to. He was so sick and tired of their little game. In a few minutes they reached the front door of the Fenton's household and Sam nocked the door.

They waited a few second until a redhead opened the door. Her relaxed demeanor morphed into panic as she recognized them. She quickly turned around to see if someone inside had seen them.

- Jazz? – Tucker asked.

- Shhh! – She silenced him. She took both and pulled them into the house. – Follow me and don't make any noise.

Confused, they followed her through the living room towards the stairs, but Maddie Fenton's voice forced her to throw them both behind a couch.

- Jazz? Who knocked the door? – Maddie asked.

- No one. – She rushed to answer. – I looked, but there was nobody. I suppose some children tried a prank.

- Oh. – She said while entered the kitchen.

Jazz covered her mother's vision field with her body and signaled with a hand in her back for the 2 to follow her again. They ran upstairs while she covered for them.

- I'll be in my room. – She announced before following them.

They were by the stairs in the second floor, waiting for Jazz. She leaned out to the hall to see if it was free and pulled them into Danny's room without even knocking.

- Wait here and don't make a noise. – She was serious until her eyes landed on Sam, she smiled at her.

Tucker turned to Sam for an explanation but she just shrugged. Outside, Jazz leaned on the door and let out a sigh, the she smiled. She deserved a best sister ever award and she would make sure Danny knew.

- What were you doing in my room? – Danny asked when he saw her in his door on his way down from the emergency ops center. – Jazz?

- You owe me. Big time. – She winked at him padded him on the shoulder.

Danny raised an eyebrow after that little exchange, especially after she smiled at him. But he chose to ignore it. He walked to his room and when he grabbed the doorknob, his nose caught a familiar smell. "Since when Jazz smells like that?" He opened the door and froze upon seeing his friends there.

Tucker was in front of his bed, unpacking everything he had on the backpack and Sam was staring at him with arms crossed by the window.

- 'Sup dude? – Tucker turned to him.

Danny unfroze and closed the door behind him and locked it before turning to them again.

- Hi. – He said weakly, but his eyes wandered towards Sam.

At this, she blushed immediately and looked away, turning to his other friend. Tucker saw that and looked at Danny confused, who looked back at him and smiled awkwardly. He was about to say something but Danny beat him to it.

- What…? – He cleared his throat. – What are you doing here?

- Sam said you were grounded. – Danny looked at her again and she smiled. – So, since you couldn't go out, we came to you.

- Oh… yeah. – He looked down.

His eyes again wandered towards Sam and before Tucker could point that out, she spoke.

- Jazz… - She said nervously. – Why was she acting weird?

Danny's eyes widened and quickly shook his head to tell her to drop that particular subject. Sam squinted trying to decipher his intentions with it and when she did, she just nodded. Danny then looked at his best friend and smiled, before looking at her yet again and point to him with his eyes. Now it was Sam's turn shook her head in denial, making Danny nod.

- Ok. – He stood between them. – What's with the 2 of you?

- What do you mean Tuck? – He got nervous.

- I might wear glasses, but this can be seen from Mars. – He pointed to them both. – Why are you acting weird? Well… weirder than usual.

- Tucker… - She tried to distract him, but it didn't work.

- From Jazz, I get it. I mean, she's a psychologist. – He joked. – But you…

- It's nothing Tuck, believe me. – Danny tried.

- Did you see him naked? – He asked Sam.

- What?! No! – She rushed to answer.

- Tucker! – Danny said embarrassed.

- Then what are you hiding? – He ignored them. – You kissed again? – He teased.

Danny and Sam turned red in a second and looked away from him. They accidentally ended up staring at each other, making things even worse. Danny chose to observe the interesting door of his closet while Sam took a look at the dirt on her boots.

- No. Fucking. Way. – His smile widened. – You did kiss!

- Tucker, keep it down. – Danny begged.

- Tell me everything. – He sat down in the bed. – And don't skip any detail.

- Tucker…

- Lovebirds…

- This is ridiculous. – She whispered but they heard her. – Ok. Tucker, we have something to tell you.

- No shit!

Sam and Danny shared a look before getting near his very excited friend.