Alrighty, here it is: Danger Season 2. I know you've all be waiting. I've been busy trying to make this as perfect as I can, first chapters are the hardest so it took a long time. Sorry. I hope you all like it. I can't make promises on when the next update will be, life is life and mine is a bit busy right now; though I will say life would have to hand me a major catastrophe for it to take another two months. (knock on wood)

Please enjoy and leave a review. Here we go again!

S2E1: Resurrection

Henry wakes up comfortably numb with no idea where he is. It is bright and white and the terrible pain he'd been in when he passed out is absent, so he isn't too worried about it either. The surface he lays on is decently soft, the space quiet save for a series of light beeping. Though he's only just woken up, he may well fall asleep again. He is so very tired.

A shifting beside him forestalls him drifting off. "Henry?" Dawson asks.

Henry rolls his head to look at the kid. His skull aches dully as he does. "Lil' D?" he asks.

"Henry!" Dawson cheers, hopping out of his chair.

Henry blinks slowly, taking in the room more acutely. He asks, "Am I in a hospital?"

"That's what happens when you almost die and are unconscious for days. We bring you to the hospital." Dawson says with a frown. He leans over, hands gripping the edge of Henry's mattress. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay, Lil' D," Henry says. "Can't feel much of anything right now."

"Good," Dawson frowns. "Better than what you could be feeling."

"The doctors doped you up pretty well as soon as they were sure you weren't going to bleed out or go brain dead on us." The voice from the other side of the bed startles Henry. He jerks over in the sheets, causing a javelin of pain to pierce his brain. He groans and clutches at his head.

"Woah!" Dawson jumps. "Careful, sir! Don't hurt yourself!"

"Sorry, Kid," Ray's voice says. "You okay there?"

Henry peers through clenched eyes in that direction. The figure sitting in the chair on that side of the bed fits the voice: Ray, looking normal and inexplicably alive. Henry stares at the man, wondering what he's seeing. Henry shuts his eyes and groans, rubbing his eyes and shaking his head. Something is not right here.

None of his efforts to clear the phantasm from his vision works. Ray continues to sit there, looking more worried by the moment as Henry stares confused at him. His hand, a warm and very solid feeling hand, is laid on Henry's shoulder as Ray again speaks. "I didn't mean to startle you, Henry. Are you okay?"

"I…" Henry chokes on the one word and looks away from the vision of his dead mentor. His sidekick is watching concerned from the other side.

"Sir?" Dawson asks. "Henry, are you alright?"

"What…? uh…" Henry stutters. "What's wrong with me? I mean… my head, right? W-what's the… problem… with my head?"

Dawson's frown deepens as Henry struggles to form his questions. He answers, "You cracked your skull. Remember? During the fight with Blackout."

Henry nods, "Yeah, yeah, no. I-I mean, I know. Schwoz said, but… what… what does that mean? What problems does that … cause?"

"Um, I don't really know. The doctor said she wouldn't know until after you woke up." Dawson stands abruptly, saying, "I should go get her. She needs to know you're awake. She can tell you what's wrong. I'll be right back!" He dashes to the door, peeking out surreptitiously before exiting.

"W-wait. No! Lil' D!" Henry tries to call after him, but it is pointless. The kid is gone too quick, and Henry is left alone with the can't-be-real Ray. Henry glances at him then away again. The medicinal numbness, while staving off the pain of his cracked skull and other injuries, seems to be having no effect on the aching break in his brain. His senses and memories do not connect in a way that makes sense and it creates a kind of pain that is not quite real and is very irritating.

"Henry?" Ray speaks. His real-feeling hand runs through Henry's hair gently. He looks worried. "Are you okay, Kid?"

Henry's chest tightens, his eyes well with tears. Another nonphysical pain wracks him. He can't look at the phantasm. He wants it to be real so bad; wants Ray to really be here. Seeing and feeling it while knowing it's not real hurts. His heart pounds and his breaths shallow as he longs for the ability to control the situation.

Luckily, it only takes a minute for Dawson to return with the doctor. Both come quickly to his side. "Danger, welcome back. I'm Dr. Bellum, your neurologist," she greets. "It's good to see you awake. We were beginning to worry. How are you feeling?"

"I…" Henry fails to speak. His tight chest makes breathing, and thereby talking, quite difficult. "I…What…? Why…?"

Her brow crinkles as she watches him. "Are you having trouble speaking? Or breathing?" She asks, moving to check his IV and the monitors attached to him.

"He was talking okay when he first woke up," Dawson says, his brow scrunched. "A little slurred, but just like normal half-asleep people do."

The doctor nods at him, "Speech problems are not uncommon with head trauma, especially as bad as his is. It should be alright, slurred or stuttering speech is less of a concern than if he can't breathe." She pauses, thinking and checking things. "He should be able to breathe, he had no issues throughout the coma. It's may psychological more than physiological."

"What does that mean? Is he going to be okay?" Ray asks.

"C-coma?" Henry manages to ask.

Dawson nods at him. "For a week."

Dr. Bellum looks at him compassionately at him. She assures, "You've been in a coma for the past six days since you friends brought you here. It's alright. It's not an unexpected outcome with your head injuries. And was a necessary step for your body to heal from whatever that accursed black hole did to you. It's all good, you're awake now. You're going to be just fine."

"What…? What did…? What's wrong…?" Henry can't manage to ask.

"You must relax, Danger," Dr. Bellum says. "It will help you breathe. Then maybe you can talk."

Henry shakes his head, forcing himself to inhale and trying again, "What happened? My head…"

"He wanted to know about his injuries," Dawson helps. "He was asking before I went to get you. What problems his skull fracture could cause."

"The black hole," Henry adds. "It did… something?"

"Right," she says. "Yes, the blackhole did have some serious negative effects on you."

"You were barely alive when you came out," Dawson frets. "You were in really bad shape."

"I'll say," the doctor comments. "I'd never seen a human body so thrashed. The cracked skull, of course, plus the sporadic internal convulsions and your nervous system going haywire. I don't know what exactly that black hole did to you, but I will swear for the rest of my career that keeping you alive those first two days is the greatest achievement of my life. Closely followed by the fact that you've woken up from the coma."

Henry groans perturbed at her.

"It's not as bad as it sounds," she assures. Pausing, she backtracks, "Okay, it was really bad. But you have recovered very well so far. The only thing I think you have left to worry about is any side effects of your brain trauma."

"What side effects?" Ray questions. "Is he going to be okay?"

"That depends on what symptoms he manifests," she answers. "I think he'll end up okay, but there's a lot I'll need to check to be sure. This struggle breathing and speaking is already a less than promising sign. If it is at all physiological, it could be a prelude to other problems."

"But you said it was probably more psychological. So, it might not be a problem, right?" Dawson reminds, trying to convince them all.

"I'll have to run some tests to see," Dr. Bellum says. "Danger, I'm going to need you to do a couple things and answer some questions for me, if you can. Okay?" Henry nods. "Good. First, I want to check your ocular responses. Nothing painful, just try to relax and follow my light with your eyes." He blinks as the bright little flashlight shines right in his face. Squinting the least amount he can handle against it, he keeps his eyes on it as she moves it back and forth in each direction. "Thank you. Now I'm going to test your movement. Let's start with your right arm; can you lift it for me? Good, good. Now move it around." She leads him through several more tests, checking all his limbs for movement and prodding at him. "That all looks rather good. You seem to be breathing a bit better too. Perhaps you can speak better now."

"At least you're not paralyzed," Ray comments. Henry glances with a frown at the phantasm. Nothing had been said during the tests and he'd hoped that'd meant it had gone away. The loose curled hand raps Henry on the shoulder. He ignores the gesture and listens to Dr. Bellum.

"You indeed got very lucky," she says. "But I have some questions that may help me know if you have any mental complications that aren't affecting your physical body."

"Sure," Henry mutters, telling his mind to stop acknowledging the hand that isn't there.

"What do you remember about the events leading up to you cracking your skull? Do you remember the fights with Shadow Man? Or what happened when you killed him?"

"I remember," Henry says. He shifts in the sheets thinking about it. Images of endless darkness, the sounds of souls wailing in pain, the feeling of such terrible helplessness, and his own excruciating experience of being consumed by Blackout, all creep over his mind. His heart rate picks up and he gulps. "I-I remember the black hole… and Blackout. It's still… fuzzy, the fight in the Man- Mancave… er, no…the other one."

"The Man's Nest," Dawson offers. Henry nods, "You… he couldn't remember that fight and time around then even right after he woke up after cracking his skull."

She nods, taking notes on her chart, "That's not surprising. But if that's the only time you've lost, then you're in pretty good condition."

Henry trembles, whimpering slightly. He's not sure he agrees with her. The continued perceived presence of his dead friend is troubling; and as he struggles to push aside the intruding memories the phantasm moves closer, hand gripping more firmly to him. He asks, "Kid, what's going on? You okay?"

Henry stutters over his breath, trying and failing to speak. Dr. Bellum leans down towards him. She says, "It's alright, Danger. I'm sure the memories are traumatic. You don't need to dwell on them, I only needed to know if you could remember. I don't need anymore from you for now. You can rest and if you need anything, you just need to ask." Henry focuses on her, trying to mimic her calm demeanor.

"He's going to be okay then?" Dawson asks, his hands grip the sheets by Henry's leg.

She smiles, "He should be fine. Some headaches, but we'll keep him on the strong meds for a little while still. You two, or whichever of your friends are with him should keep an eye out for anything else. Let him rest, but if there is a problem, if he seems too out of it or starts having any strange symptoms, come get me or Nurse Carrie immediately."

"Yes, Ma'am," Dawson nods.

"Please remember to limit the number of visitors, there should only be a few people at a time. We want to keep a calm, healing environment here." She turns back to Henry, "I'll let your friends look after you. Do you need anything before I go?"

His chest heaves as he tries to explain, tries to ask her his question, "Am I… are hal-hallucinations a side-effect?"

She purses her lips. "You think you're hallucinating?" She asks in return.

"He's seeing something?" Ray asks. "What?"

"Hallucinations are not a common side effect of head trauma like this," Dr. Bellum tells them, attention firmly directed at Henry. "What is it you are seeing or hearing that you think isn't real? Describe it to me."

He darts his eyes towards Ray still sitting beside him. "Ghost," he says, eyes back on her in a second. "Can I…?" his eyes moisten. "How do I make it stop?"

"You're seeing a ghost?" Dawson asks, his awareness suddenly turned up. "Who? Where?" Henry again glances briefly towards Ray. Dawson follows the movement.

"A ghost? Is it frightening you?" she questions.

Henry shakes his head. "It hurts." He wilts, tears now welling in their ducts.

"In what way?" she asks

"He's not a hallucination," Dawson interrupts, the only one understanding. The doctor and older heroes look at him surprised and confused. "We can see him too. Captain Man really is sitting beside you. He's alive, again, somehow."

"Wait. What?" Ray responds. "What does this have to do with me?"

"You weren't alive before he went into the black hole," Dawson explains. Henry casts anxious looks between his sidekick and mentor. They shouldn't be able to communicate with each other, Dawson is alive, and Ray isn't. "He hasn't really been awake since he came out of it. He doesn't know what's happened."

Henry shakes his head, not wrapping it around the turn the conversation has taken. "Ray's not… he died. He can't be here. He's dead," he insists with less sure words than ever.

"I'm not dead," Ray protests.

"He is alive, Danger," Dr. Bellum backs up. "He's been here the entire time you've been in a coma. I don't know how, but he is alive. He's real, not a hallucination."

Henry might have stopped breathing all together. He again denies, muttering, "Not possible."

Dawson explains, "It happened. We haven't figured out why or how. When the blackhole was shrinking, all the people who'd been pulled into it were coming out. Then we got a distress signal from Captain Man's coffin, and we found him alive in there."

"That's the story they've all been going with, and it's not the only crazy one I've been told," Ray says. "The truth is I woke up in a crazy tube and started pushing buttons until they came to help me out. Now I don't know whose bright idea it was to bury me alive, but they made a big mistake and are now telling crazy stories to cover it up. I guarantee you, I am not dead! I am never going to die! You know I am going to be this young and handsome forever."

Henry blinks, his chest lightening, making it much easier to breathe. It still doesn't make sense, but he is beginning to see the connections. "All the people? All the souls from the black hole came out? They're all alive?" He wonders. He gives his full attention to Ray, now that he knows he's not some illusion. "You're alive?"

"Yeah, Kid," Ray says. A certain tone of disbelief and offense taints his question, "You didn't really think I was dead did you?" The tears that have been building in Henry's eyes burst with a sob. Before Ray can even voice his comment on the tears, Henry has leaped up and half off the bed to wrap him in a frantic embrace.

It takes everyone else by surprise, Ray the most so. "Kid?" he questions, holding Henry up so he doesn't fall off the bed entirely. The younger man clings to him. "Kid, I- are you okay?" Henry shudders and shakes his head against Ray's shoulder. Ray hugs him back, frowning.

(Theme Song: "It all just kind of happened," Henry says, rubbing his face wearily. "I helped end a killer and now his victims haunt me. Every time I win a battle, I end up with more problems. Whatever happened to happy endings and victory celebrations? My life is seriously nothing but Danger… the music of the theme song over lays his voice. The scene cutting to the credits…)

"I don't understand," Henry says. "You shot the black hole with a quasar ray. Then that freed the souls Blackout had taken. How does that bring them back to life?"

"I told you," Ray says, "They've been telling crazy stories."

"Uh, magic," Jasper suggests.

"Shouldn't you know? You were the one in the black hole," Piper says and punches his arm.

"Ow! What the butt, Pipes?" he demands.

"What kind of idiot walks into a black hole?" she demands in return. "You're lucky I don't hurt you more!"

"He's already very injured," Dawson says. "You shouldn't be…"

"He's my brother. I'll punch him whenever I want," Piper asserts.

"Hey, no fighting in the hospital," Henry tells them. Piper glares at him, about to speak.

"Okay," Charlotte cuts in, directing the conversation back to its course. "We're not sure how Ray came back to life."

"Because I'm too handsome to be dead," Ray injects. "And I'm indestructible; I cannot be destroyed."

"But we figure the civilians are because they were only taken after Blackout was dead," Charlotte poses. "He never got the chance to eat their souls, so they came back."

"But he did eat them," Henry contends, the terrible memories pushing their way to the forefront of his mind. "Blackout ate them all. And… and they all were freed when the quasar ray broke the black hole."

"How could he have eaten their souls? He was dead," Piper says. "You stabbed him. Twice."

"His power. Even as just a torn-up soul he was powerful enough to…" Henry shakes his head, failing to evict the vivid memory and igniting the nerves in his skull. He trembles, his breath shallowing. "He ate everyone. He wanted to use our souls to bring himself back to life."

"He is dead, though. Right?" Piper questions.

"More than dead," Henry answers. He stills, a tingling numbness spreading through him. "I-I don't think there's anything left of him. His soul was destroyed by the last of his own twisted magic after all the souls went free."

"And his magic was destroyed too?" Dawson questions.

"I think so," Henry shrugs. Something swirls in his gut; it must be fear. He really doesn't know what happened at the end there. Blackout was gone, for sure; but who knew the rules when it came to magic? It had seemed to die with him. Plus, the Seraphim had wanted that magic gone, that's why they'd given him the sword; and the sword had absorbed the magic that came out of the broken axe.

"It must have," Dawson affirms. "That explains why all our magical wounds have been healing."

"They have?" Henry asks.

"Yeah! All of us are okay. Even Mika's slashed stomach is doing pretty well," Dawson smiles.

"So, it healed the magical wounds of Blackout's victims? And mixing that with their souls being free, they were all brought back to life?" Henry supposes.

"Hmm, I suppose that makes sense," Charlotte shrugs. "But it still doesn't explain Ray."

"I'm just special," Ray comments.

"Why not? All that was wrong with him was the magic wound that Blackout stole his soul through," Henry says. "He didn't even get the burn mark, so there was less to heal."

"But he'd been dead for months," Charlotte counters. "Shouldn't his soul have been consumed, like digested, by that point?"

"Um… I don't think so. Erebus said that the only soul Blackout could hurt was his own. Or something like that. And fr-from the voices in the black hole, I don't think any of the souls were digested. I don't think that's possible." Henry says.

"Well, then shouldn't all the other souls have come back too?" Jasper says. "Why didn't everybody come back to life?"

Henry frowns at him. "What do you mean? They did. All the souls were freed, and Dawson said they'd all come back to life."

"Not all his victims," Piper argues.

"I didn't mean every victim, I didn't even consider that a possibility," Dawson apologizes, shame etching into his face. "The people that came back were only Captain Man and those who had been pulled into the black hole. I'm sorry sir. I didn't mean to mislead you like that."

Henry freezes, speechless as the new information shifts his entire viewpoint. "So… they're all still dead? M-mom and Dad? And the kid's families and the police officers and…"

"…Billy and the soup kitchen owners and everyone else he killed." Piper finishes, confirming for him. Furious despair colors her tone. "Yeah."

"Your mom is dead!?" Ray squeals. "No! She's too hot to be dead!"

Piper fumes at him. Henry glares somewhat less ferociously, berating, "Ray!"

Ray has the decency to look awkward. "Sorry. It's just… This is such a tragic loss," he tears up.

"If all those other souls were in the black hole too, where are they?" Charlotte puzzles. "None of them came back to life. We checked when Ray turned up, we thought they might've too. They haven't healed at all; they're all still laying decayed in their graves."

"Are they all just dead? They just died and went wherever souls go when they die? Heaven or Nirvana or Valhalla?" Piper wonders. "But, then why didn't Ray go? Why is he alive?"

"I don't know," Charlotte says. No one else has any answer. So, the silence stretches.

Henry frowns and sighs lowly. He'd really hoped this whole mess would be over with Blackout dead. He pulls his legs up, curling in on himself a little. Shaking and making his head hurt with deep thoughts, he feels quite overwhelmed. Ray tousles Henry's hair. Henry leans into the hand.

The silence is broken in a few minutes by an announcement through the hospital intercom that visiting hours are over. "We' gotta clear out," Charlotte stands. "We'll see you tomorrow, Hen."

Henry groans. "It hasn't even been very long. I didn't even get to see Danger Force or Schwoz."

"We'll send them over first thing in the morning," she says. "Right now, you need rest. Get some sleep."

"I've been sleeping for a week," he protests.

"I don't think being in a coma counts," Ray jests.

"Ugh, I don't want you guys to leave. I'm not tired. We still have stuff to discuss." He complains.

"We'll do it tomorrow," Jasper says. "Besides, Dr. Bellum said two of us could stay overnight to keep an eye on you. You know, since not all the staff here know who you are."

"I'm staying!" Piper claims. "And I get to sleep on the couch." She lays across the cushioned seat under the window.

"I'll stay too," Jasper volunteers.

"I'm pretty sure Henry's sister and I already make two," Ray contests.

"But you stayed last night!" Jasper protests.

"Ray's staying," Henry declares before even the older man can reassert his position. All eyes fix on him, a little surprised by the vehement tone.

"But…" Jasper whines.

"Come on Jasper," Charlotte says, grabbing him. "We've got to get Dawson home. See you tomorrow, Hen."

"Good night, sir," Dawson waves, reluctant and weary worn.

Henry waves back, hardly more enthusiastic at the forced goodbye. "Night, Lil' D. Night, Char. Night, Jasp."

They turn of the light as they leave. Charlotte instructing, "Get some sleep. You really need it."

"Guess it's bedtime, Kid," Ray says, shifting away.

Henry grabs his hand before it can leave his head. "Don't leave!"

A surprised pause weighs the air before Ray relaxes back into his chair and replies, "Okay then."

(Commercial break)

He can hear them still, the same screams of the dead from within the whirling shadows of the black hole. They call to him in the whipping cacophony of brilliant beams of light and deep clefts of darkness. "Help!" "Help!" "Please, help!" they all call. "Somebody please!" "Is anybody there?!" "Help us!" "Free me!" they wail in unimaginable pain.

Ghostly forms rush around and through him. He is standing in the middle of the terrible gale. Faces, some familiar and other's not, come in and out of focus. He sees them by the not-quite-sight sense of his soul. "Where are you?" he asks. "What happened? What went wrong?"

"Help us! Please!" they cry.

"Henry!" a voice calls.

"Mom!?" he calls back.

"Henry! Please! What's happening?" she asks. Her voice grows closer then drifts away as she speaks.

"Mom?!" he calls again but can no longer distinguish her voice.

"Henry!" this time it's his dad's voice coming nearer. Henry casts his senses around to locate him. "Henry! Where are we?" Henry makes him out amidst the rush of souls. For only a moment, he comes into focus as he blasts right by Henry.

"Dad!" Henry cries, wishing to go after him. He is rooted to the spot he's in, this gale of ghosts moving but not affecting him. Other faces become recognizable as they whip by, begging for help and answers: the Macklins, Officer Walnut, Celia O'Brien, Billy Bilsky… Henry reaches into the streams like he can catch them. But each is gone beyond his limited reach before he can get close. "No!" he cries.

"Help us!" they scream.

"I don't know how!" he shouts back in despair.

"Please!" "Free us!" "Help us!" they continue to beg.

"I- I want to…" he mutters helplessly. "God, I want to help you. But how? I don't understand what's going on. Please!" he throws his hands into the gale again, hoping to be able to grab any of them.

He jerks awake in the hospital room. He heaves broken breaths into his hurting chest, the crack in his skull smarts and tears well in his eyes. The despair of the dream still squeezes at his heart.

"Please! Is somebody there? What's going on?" Henry jerks upright at the voice of the weeping girl. He looks around confused. Piper is asleep on the window seat, Ray flopped on the chair in a way that can't be good even for the indestructible man's back. It must be the very early hours of the morning, not even moonlight is glowing through the curtains. "Where am I? Can anybody hear me? Sandro!? Diego!?" the girl's voice begs.

"Who's there?" Henry asks.

"Hello?" the girl cries desperately.

"Who are you?" Henry asks. "Where are you?" Then he spots her, a soft glowing form in the corner that blurs in and out of focus. "Oh my god!" he jumps and falls off the bed, knocking something over in the process. But he pays it no mind, fixated on the translucent figure before him.

"Is someone there?" she asks. She becomes clear, aside from the blueish hue distorting her appearance. She's young, a kid really, no more than twelve years old. Long dark hair and eyes that are filled with terror. She looks right at him and begs, "Please help me!"

"Henry?" Ray asks, getting up off the floor. He had been startled right out of his chair when Henry had sent the medical equipment tumbling to the ground. He rushes to Henry's side, ignoring the girl. Piper does likewise from her place.

"Who…? What…? Henry asks, still transfixed on the girl.

"Can you help me?" She asks him, tears dripping down her face. "Please, I want to go home. Where am I? Where is my family?"

"Are you okay, bro?" Ray asks.

"What happened?" Piper asks, picking through the mess, Henry had made with his crashing fall. "You ripped the IV out of your arm." She holds up the dangling tube with the now broken needle.

"I- I don't know," Henry tells the girl.

Ray breaks Henry's concentration by waving a hand in his face. "Henry? Kid, what're you looking at?" he asks getting closer and blocking Henry's view of the girl momentarily.

"The little g-girl. She needs help." Henry tells Ray, moving to where he can see the fuzzy form of the girl. She looks more terrified than ever. "We need to help her. How do we help her?"

Ray looks where Henry is. "What? What little girl?"

"She's right there!" Henry points at her.

Piper looks around too. "We're the only ones here, Henry."

"Is everyone alright? Oh my!" a nurse asks entering the room. "What happened in here?"

"She's r-right there," Henry again insists. "The blue g-ghostly little girl."

"Excuse me?" the nurse asks.

Piper grabs her brother's arm, emphatically insisting to him, "There's no one there."

Henry glances at Piper and back at the girl. "Please!" The little girl whimpers, fizzing out of clarity. The room darkens without her faint glow.

The nurse flips the lights on. "What is going on?"

"He fell out of bed," Ray says. "Also, he's seeing things." The nurse raises an eyebrow.

Henry shakes, his head pounding. "He says there's a ghost girl over there." Piper says.

"She's gone," Henry corrects. His gut churning. He turns back and forth between Piper and Ray. "You couldn't see her?" They both shake their heads at him. "She was… right there." He mutters, curling in on himself as he trembles.

(Commercial Break)

The machine Dr. Bellum uses to take a scan of Henry's head is weird. She pulls him from it when it's done and assists him in moving back to the wheelchair he'd rolled to this room in; though he rather she let him do it on his own. "So, is this thing finally going to tell you what's wrong with my head? Or do you have another bunch of tests to try on me?" he asks.

She frowns, pushing the wheelchair through the halls of the hospital back towards his room. "You're done. If this MRI turns up with nothing, then I doubt there is anything more I can do for you."

"What's the MRI supposed to show that will explain why I'm seeing ghosts?" He asks. A wispy translucent face blurs past him, accompanied by the sounds of wind and pain.

"An MRI will give us an image of your brain. It'll show us if any tissue is damaged or out of place, and if there's anything there that shouldn't be: a growth or a foreign object." She answers.

"How would I have a foreign object in my head?" He asks. "And what do you mean by growth? Like a tumor?"

"You do not have cancer," she is quick to answer. "As for a foreign object, I doubt you have any. We've found no evidence of any kind of entry wound. It's just a possibility, and one I don't think very likely. But you have quite a lot of old injuries: formerly broken bones and scar tissue. So, it's possible that something is there and only flaring up now, maybe thanks to the crack in your skull. I can't tell you anything definitively until I look at the results."

He bites his lip, three more figures blaze through his peripheral vision, he does his best to ignore the howling. "What do you think it is? If it's not a tumor or a foreign object? And the crack in my skull isn't supposed to make me hallucinate? Why do I keep seeing these people?"

She is quiet for a moment but stops him just before they enter his room at the end of the hall. "I don't think there is anything in your brain causing this," she admits. "Not anything of the nature that I can detect, at least. There could be. It's possible that there is some damage caused by the skull fracture that we have just missed with all our other scans and tests, but I don't think there is. The MRI is the last thing that I can do to help you, so I am. But these people you've been seeing may well be a result of a more internal… mental injury. Which means the next step to help you heal is for you to talk to a psychiatrist."

"I'm not crazy," he asserts.

"No. I'm not saying you are. But you've been through a lot, and the kind of trauma you've faced leaves scars in your mind," she says. "Those wounds need to be treated as much as the physical ones."

He turns away from her. "I'm fine. I don't need a shrink," he balks, opening the door to his room. "I'm doing better than I have in a while. Blackout is gone and, somehow, Captain Man is alive again. Things are great."

"Darn right they are," Ray says, posing for himself in his forward-facing phone camera. "Things are always great when I'm around. Because I am great."

Blue leaps onto Ray's head and the little monkey's hands tug at the man's hair. Ray screeches and freaks out. "Blue!" Bose shouts in shock.

Chapa rolls over laughing, "Yes! Good job Blue!"

Bose fusses over his pet as soon as the monkey returns to his arms. He glares at Chapa. "Don't use my monkey for your evil pranks!"

She is unaffected by his warning. "So, Doc, how'd the MRI go? Did you find out there's really nothing in his head?"

"Ha, ha," Henry mocks, getting out of the wheelchair.

"Are you okay? What did it find?" Mika asks.

"I'm going to look at the results now," Dr. Bellum says. "I'll let you know what I find." She turns to the still standing Henry and orders, "In the bed." Then she goes about getting him reattached to the monitors and IV drip.

"Don't drug me up again," he complains.

She hesitates. "How's your pain level?"

"I'm fine," he responds.

"That's not a real answer," she contradicts.

"Five," he grumbles.

"Hmm," she considers. "Alright. I'll let you be for now. If it raises at all though…"

"You'll come back. Threat received," he grumbles.

She frowns but stands to leave. "Keep an eye on him," she instructs the other. "And keep it calm in here, there are a lot of you and he doesn't need any extra excitement."

"Will do. Thank you, Sarah," Ray says with a suave smile. She frowns at him. "Uh… Dr. Sarah…Bellum. Dr. Bellum," he corrects as she holds the disproving stare. She leaves.

"Dude," Henry smirks. The kids laugh. "Really? You're flirting with my doctor?"

"Hey, do you think she's got kids?" Ray asks, not listening to him.

"Ray!" Henry berates.

"What?" Ray defends.

Henry shakes his head at his ridiculous friend. Turning to the kids he asks, "What are you all doing here anyway?"

Miles shrugs. "Had nothing better to do. No crime to fight thus far today. Charlotte and Jasper got permission to complete their classes and finals remotely this semester, so they're doing that. We haven't really been doing our own school stuff for a while. So, we figured we'd come see what's going on here."

"We wanted to see how you're doing," Bose says. "We've heard you've had a rough few days and wanted to know what's going on."

"Nothing," Henry says. "I'm fine."

"Oh yeah!" Ray says over top of Henry's defensive response. "We've been up multiple times every night with him waking from nightmares and seeing dead people."

"Ray!" Henry hisses annoyed.

"Dead people?" Miles asks. "Like ghosts? Oh no! I don't do ghosts! If there are ghosts, I'm out!"

"They're not ghosts," Ray waves off the concern. "We've dealt with a ghost. These things are all in his head and mostly only a problem at night. He's probably just become afraid of the dark." Ray teases, jostling Henry.

None of them laugh. Miles shrugs and nods, saying, "That is not an irrational fear anymore. Blackout's darkness was certainly terrifying."

"What does you seeing ghostly people mean for you?" Mika asks him, doing her best to keep them on track. "You're hallucinating? Is that really bad?"

"It's not like that," Henry grumbles.

"You're really seeing things?" Dawson asks. "Not like how you thought Ray was a hallucination when you first woke up?"

"No… er yes… er…" Henry says. "They're not like Ray. They're not solid or permanent. They're kinda see through and blue and glowing. They appear for a second, maybe even a minute or two, then they vanish again."

"Every night when he wakes up he says he can see them for at least a solid minute afterward," Ray amends. "And even after they're gone it takes him another few minutes to calm down from them. It's weird to see him freaking out over nothing."

Henry scowls at Ray, "It's not nothing. You'd be freaking out too if you were constantly seeing dead people all around you all the time. If you were hearing them begging for help."

Ray frowns back at Henry, not sure what to respond. "Constantly?" Dawson asks. "Are you seeing them all the time? Or just at night?"

Henry glances at the kid for a moment. Looking around quickly for a different topic, he says, "We should get school started back up again for you guys. Now that Blackout has been taken care of, we should get to figuring that out again."

"Do we have to?" Miles sulks.

Mika is not so quick to let the subject be changed. "Is it like things darting through your field of vision so fast you don't have time to recognize them? And when you turn to look again, they're long gone? And voices on the howling wind asking for help when no one else is there; and that never respond when you try to talk back to them?" she questions Henry.

He stares at her silent and disquieted by her accurate description.

"Like when I think I see somebody near me and I read fear and pain in their minds for just a second before they're gone? And it's like they never were there?" Bose adds, reading into Mika's mind to see what she has seen.

She looks at him wondering and he nods. Henry's frown deepens and he shifts in his bed. The monitor he's attached to picks up the increase in his heart rate. "All the times in the last week and a half that you guys have been startled thinking you saw something?" Dawson nods. "You've all mentioned thinking you'd seen some kind of ghost."

"You- you've all been seeing the… the ghosts?" Henry asks, breath shallow. "B-but that's not…" he swallows and stares at a blank wall of the room, thinking even as his heart begins to pound enough to make the machine sound a warning. His gut twists sickeningly and painful with dark confusion.

"That's impossible," Ray shakes his head, amused disbelief on his face. "There are no ghosts."

"Ah-ah-aahhh!" a voice cries from none of them. Mika, Miles, Bose and Chapa all jump in alarm. Dawson and Ray look at them surprised. Henry doesn't move as he stares at the blueish figure materializing in the middle of his room. "What-What is…?" the young woman asks in a broken voice.

"Oh my god!" Chapa says, leaping away from the figure as it becomes clear. The other members of Danger Force follow her example. Mika slams her hands over her ears.

"What the butt?" Ray asks of them.

"What is it?" Dawson asks.

Each of the five seeing her, have enough time to recognize the friendly cop before Mika mutters, "Officer Fulcrum?"

The ghostly form of Officer Isadora Fulcrum looks hopefully at her. "Shoutout?" she questions back. Looking to the others she says, "Danger Force? C-captain Man? How…? Who are…" she marvels at Ray then puzzles over Lil' Dynomite and Henry. "…Danger?"

"What the freak is happening?" Chapa asks.

"Oh no! No, no, no, no!" Miles says, raising his fist. "I am out!"

"Why are we in a hospital? How did I get here? Are you okay, Danger?" Officer Fulcrum asks. She moves her leg like she intends to step forward, toward him; but instead, she falters with a pained gasp. "What…?" she heaves breathlessly.

Henry does likewise. "I… how…? Fulcrum…?"

"Somethings wrong," she says. "What happened? I thought we were free. We were free from the shadows. Why aren't we…?" Her form begins to become wispy. "No, please," she whispers. She steps forward, hands outstretched for help as she fades.

"Fulcrum," Henry worries. He moves like he's going to grab her. His hand passes through hers.

"Kid!" Ray jumps in to stop him from leaping off the bed.

Dr. Bellum bursts through the door. "What's happened?" she asks taking in what she can see. Brainstorm is curled up on the floor, holding Blue and crying; Shoutout also down and pressing her hands to her ears with discomfort contorting in her expression; Volt is sparking madly with many a metal instrument stuck to her; and Captain Man holding Henry in the bed; all the young heroes staring towards one space with shock, alarm and confusion written on their faces. She rushes to her patients side. "Danger! Danger, lie back down. What happened? Is everyone alright?" she asks.

"Dangers!" Officer Fulcrum voice goes faint, like she's moving away quickly, and she disappears.

Dr. Bellum pushes Henry to lie back down. "It's just another hallucination. You're going to be fine," she assures him.

Henry flicks his eyes from the spot Officer Fulcrum had been to each of his sidekicks and back. "I-it's not… it wasn't… it's not a hallucination," he pants.

"You saw her too?" Chapa asks. "That really happened?"

Mika releases her ears. She responds, "Saw her. Heard her, and the brutal, howling wind."

"Wind?" Henry questions.

"She was so lost" Bose whimpers. "The memories in her head were confusing. And scary."

"Her who? I didn't see anyone. You all just jumped out your skins over nothing," Ray says. "Is Hen- the Kid sharing his hallucinations now?"

"That's not how it works," Mika says.

"It's not hallucinations," Henry says with more surety. "You guys saw her. She was really there."

"No one was there, Kid," Ray says. "Just like every other time, it's just in your head."

"No," Henry affirms. "If I was just in my head, it would be just me. They saw Officer Fulcrum too. None of them have cracked skulls. None of them were in the black hole. She was real. The others… they must all be real."

"Kid, I was right beside you when you were seeing that little girl, and the nun and your dad, and right here and now. I couldn't see any of them." Ray gives his argument like its irrefutable fact.

Dawson disagrees. "Just because we can't see her doesn't prove that she wasn't there. They all saw here and have seen and heard others, and Bose says they have minds he can read. That's a lot more proof for them than against."

"You all saw the same person as Danger?" Dr. Bellum asks. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Chapa, Mika and Bose say.

"No," Ray says.

"I didn't see her," Dawson admits. "But that doesn't mean these guys didn't. That doesn't have to mean she's not real. These five can all see gore wraiths and I can't and nobody else could. But gore wraiths are real."

"Officer Fulcrum isn't a gore wraith," Bose argues with a frown.

"What's a gore wraith?" Ray asks.

"I know she's not," Dawson says. "I'm just saying you guys do have an ability to see things that are otherwise invisible. I'm saying I believe this Officer Fulcrum was here, even though I couldn't see or hear what you did."

"He's arguing for our side, don't contradict him," Chapa slugs Bose's arm.

"You've seen things like this before?" Dr. Bellum asks. Frowning and picking up Henry's chart and looking through it quickly. "You never mentioned that."

"I- I didn't think…" Henry mutters. "These souls aren't like gore wraiths," he excuses.

"Again, I ask, what is a gore wraith?" Ray says as Henry peters off. Taking together everything: what he'd seen and heard, what Danger Force had said, his own dreams, if that's what they were. The picture of events that forms in his head is unpleasant and full of holes. He rakes his hand over his head, which hurts a lot when his nails meet the tender skin over the fracture. He trembles, tense. "Kid?" Ray asks, clasping his shoulder. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I'm… fine," the words strangle Henry.

"Kid, you're not breathing," Ray prompts.

Henry gasps, not having been fully aware of the tightness in his chest. "I… why…"

"I don't know why you're not breathing," Ray replies with a tone both playful and concerned. "You tell me."

Henry shakes his head at him. "W-why are you here?"

"Because you haven't let me leave since you woke up," Ray teases, wrapping his arm around Henry and squeezing him.

"Not that you've tried to go," Chapa mutters while rolling her eyes.

"Nor that you didn't willfully refuse to leave the room for the entire six days before he woke," Mika adds.

"No!" Henry chokes. "Not that. You- you were dead. Why are you alive again?" he breathes, wavering and barely taking in air. "Why you and no one else? Why didn't they…" he stutters as he runs out of air again.

"Can't you do something for him?" Dawson asks Dr. Bellum.

"I've given him another dose of his pain meds," she says. "It should help relax him. But, I'm afraid, there's nothing else I can give him that will help." She lays her hand on Henry's arm. "I don't have a treatment for this. I'm only a neurologist and there's nothing wrong with his brain; save for the skull fracture and concussion. Which I assure with great certainty aren't the cause of his current symptoms."

"Can't you help him breathe though?" Dawson requests, wringing his hands.

"That," she says, leaning down to Henry's level, "is all up to him. There is nothing physical keeping him from breathing. This is all in his head."

Henry shakes his head. "They're not. They're souls. They're real."

"Okay, maybe these… souls you've been seeing are more than hallucinations. I don't know anything about ghosts or the black hole, Shadow Man magic," Dr. Bellum acquiesces, speaking with great calm and control. "But I know that your trouble breathing is not a result of your injuries. Not your physical ones at least." Henry looks away from her. "I told you; you have mental injuries that need to be treated. It is that which is causing your stressed state, and your trouble breathing. You need to let yourself relax. Find something else to focus your thoughts on besides the ghosts you're seeing."

He refuses to acknowledge her advice. Instead, he presses on with, "There were hundreds of souls in the black hole; they all escaped it. They were all supposed to be free. Why is Captain Man the only one who came back to life? Why didn't everyone? Why are they ghosts now?"

"Why are we the only ones who can see them?" Mika adds to his tirade of questions. "And only sometimes, at that? Other ghosts appear and vanish at will, and Captain Man can see them. What was the wind that brought Officer Fulcrum in and then took her away?"

"Wind?" Chapa questions.

"A storm," Bose moans. "It was what she was thinking about. She was confused how she got here when she's been trapped in a storm for a long time. Her memories filled her head. She was being pulled around by the wind in the storm, unable to control where she was going. There were others stuck there too, all crying, but she couldn't get to them."

"Like a hurricane of light and dark, whipping through a place where there is nothing else. Just all the souls of the people Blackout killed. All crying out as they're tossed around in the gale, helpless against it," Henry describes and Bose nods. Henry shudders, shaking his head. "I'm not crazy. And I'm not hallucinating. There's nothing wrong with my brain," He says. Ray hugs him and gives a small, poignantly hopeful smile. Henry's following thoughts defy that hope. "I'm just seeing ghosts; and dreaming about the horrific storm they're apparently trapped in."

"Oh my god," is all Mika can say.

"Seriously," Henry sighs, head in his hands.

"You are definitely going to need some therapy," Dr. Bellum says.

Henry rolls his eyes and breathes with as much control as he can, though it is quite limited. "I'm not crazy. None of it's in my head."

"No," she says, "But being haunted is not an improved situation. I recommended therapy because of everything you've been through in the almost year since you returned to Swellview: Shadow Man terrorizing the city, Captain Man's death, as well as the many of your other loved ones deaths that aren't public knowledge, being tortured and nearly killed by Drex, and whatever happened to you in the black hole. Now, you say you're being haunted by the hundreds of people Shadow Man killed. My recommendation of therapy is now far more adamant than before."

Ray starts, staring alertly at the doctor. "Drex did what to him?"

Mika also stares, the gears in her head turning in a very visible manner.

"Dang, you have had a craptacular year," Chapa muses.

"We all have," Bose says.

"It would be wise for all of you to see a psychiatrist, you all have suffered some trauma that you should seek help to deal with," Dr. Bellum recommends. Ray looks them all over with a skeptically curious eye. She turns to him. "You included, Captain."

"Ah, nah," he waves facetiously. "I don't think so. I haven't had a bad year. I'm totally okay."

"You just came back from the dead," she counters. "You may not experienced that terrible time, but you missed all those months. Trying to return to the life you had is not going to be easy, if possible. You're going to need some time and help to adjust."

He laughs. "I'm okay, Doc. I'm always okay. There is nothing Captain Man can't handle." He smiles in that way he thinks is super charming. He side hugs Henry, jostling him with a chipper "Especially with Kid Danger back in town. Though you," he says to Henry, "need to tell me what happened that everyone now knows you didn't die." He turns back to the neurologist. "But, anyray, Doc. I'm good. We are a-okay. Right, Kid?"

Henry's face goes through several expressions as Ray talks: stressed, amused, unsure. "Right," he utters, unconvincingly. For the briefest moment Ray's mouth tilts out of his smile. He quickly rights it.

He hugs Henry more tightly. "So, if there's nothing medically wrong with him, can we take him home now?" he asks Dr. Bellum.

She purses her lips unimpressed by him. "Yes," she says after a moment. "He is clear to be discharged. But that doesn't mean he's fully healed. He should not be fighting or exerting himself for a while still." She stares pointedly at him. "You should be resting for another couple weeks. I will be keeping an eye out and I'll send you a list of psychiatrists that should be able to help you. All of you."

"Alrighty!" Ray cheers, standing. "Let's get outta here! C'mon, Kid."

Henry smiles. "Great. But before we head back to the Mancav… er, Nest. We need to stop by a burger place. I am so sick of hospital food."

Dr. Bellum raises an eyebrow. Henry smirks guiltily at her. She nods and says, "I'll allow it. Go get yourself some fatty, sugary food. It may be bad for the body, but sometimes it's good for the mental health."

"Excellent plan," Ray says, skipping to the door.

As Henry gets up, she leans into give her final thoughts to him privately. "I know having him back is great, but it doesn't mean you're going to be totally fine. You're going to struggle. Don't hide it, and don't let him hide his. You're both going to need some help and time to figure things out." Henry runs his hand over his hair, smile dropping. He nods at her.

Next Episode: S2E2: The Boss