To LoamyCoffee, as I breathed life into the Northern Theocracy, I just really felt like they were the sort to carry out an Inquisition, if not a full-blown Holy War. And I'm sure that in a setup like that, there would be two weirdoes in the North who claim that they can speak to the magic fish. And of course, it's kinda hard to refute their godhood considering one of them went all Kaiju and cut Fire Navy ships in half like butter.
As for the Spirit World being on notice… If you ever stop to consider just how-powerful end-of-series Danny Phantom is, you'd certainly agree that his presence alone is very frightening. Of course, I'm also of the opinion that Vaatu would slap Pariah Dark in the face like a bitch.
It's one thing to be a "King of All Ghosts", but being the literal personification of Primordial Chaos is a whole other weight class.

To Many Faced Mage, yeah, Korra being betrothed/married to someone who was systemically oppressed by the Northern Water Tribe will definitely slant things.

To Okaze and superpierce, that wasn't going to be the plan ever, not until the very last minute. Like I said on Discord, I was inspired by some really good Danny Phantom crossovers.

To Lucius Walker, the Studio Ghibli reference was the Chapter Title itself. If I didn't do the Danny Phantom crossover, I might've made more Ghibli references since some of the Mascot Characters wouldn't be too out of place in the Spirit World. Doubly-so for those from Spirited Away, though maybe if he went to the Spirit World from the Fire Nation…

To grx13188, Bugs Bunny felt all too natural to have a parallel there.

*RECONSTRUCTION*

For Avatar Korra, the weight of her betrothal necklace grew heavier with each passing day.

Sure, she knew that Zhu's foray into the Spirit World was an inevitability, what with the limitations on currently-available information to be found in the Material World... But at the very least she thought she'd be able to say "goodbye" to him, send him off with an- "I'll see you later!" -and her best smile.

But no. Zhu just… fumbled into the Spirit World by pure chance thanks to lots of little things adding together into one big thing… Being "Spirit Touched" like Princess Yue was definitely one of those things, and the Air Nomads' "Total Concentration Breathing" causing his Qi to swell to an unprecedented apex was another, but add opening his Chakras on top of that and of course some "weird Avatar-type stuff" was going to happen.

In time, the flood of offerings to what became known as "The Red Ring" slowed to a mere trickle, but never stopped in its entirety. At the very most, a few days in full would pass between delivered offerings, but suffice it to say, Zhu's absence was noticed by most everyone in Republic City.

It made sense. Zhu was publicly leading the charge into regaining the Bending that'd been taken away in the Equalist Civil War; something "Avatar Korra" couldn't do alone after falling prey to the same malediction as so many others. Not only that, but by pooling together medical knowledge from all corners of the world on Varrick's yuan, old, long-believed practices were being disproven and/or refined, promising to improve quality of life for generations to come.

That sort of thing wouldn't be noticed likely until after Zhu's death, but from what Asami had been telling her whenever they were able to meet, whether it be on the island, Asami's mansion, or somewhere in the city, Varrick was apparently receiving lucrative business deals from all over to have that many smart people test products for standards of safety. For someone like Korra who'd had the best medical care available to her all her life, she'd never really known what it was like having to take an outright gamble on a medical remedy because each Nation had a different opinion on what plants or animal viscera did what to which maladies, or some people outright monopolized their recipes and price gouged everyone to maximize profit out of their own niche.

As for Tui & La's interpreters… They never really said anything to the other people on the island, which automatically made them far more palatable than all the other Northerners she'd encountered in Republic City. At the beginning they were a bit of a tripping hazard, spending almost all of the day and night prostrating themselves in front of the gazebo that Zhu departed the Material World from. However, once those on the island caught on to the fact that they were actually detached from the North's xenophobic politics, what with not having religious zealots talking over them all the time, the two of them were actually quite amenable.

Korra was only slightly miffed that they dismissed her as readily as they did everyone else.

Her training into Total Concentration Breathing was definitely returning dividends. Not only for the promise of what it'd do for her Firebending if Mako's own results were any sort of litmus, but also because, by being able to maximize the amount of air she took in and exhaled, her "Breath of Wind" technique had grown by leaps and bounds. In fact, it was entirely possible that without Total Concentration Breathing, this one Airbending technique would be one she'd put to the wayside due to lack of immediately noticeable dividends.

The Air Nomads' "Heat Regulation" was also an added side-benefit of Total Concentration Breathing that Korra made use of after realizing how cold her bed had gotten since Zhu's absence. The technique was different from what Firebenders used, but similar-enough for there to be some measure of overlap, only noticeable to those that could do both. Which in of itself may've gone on to explain how Aang and Zuko were able to become such fast friends once the latter had "unburdened" himself.

Of course, even if living at Air Temple Island had taught her how to appreciate patience, even she had her limit, and her mood had only continued to sour as her betrothed remained absent from her life.

It wasn't that she was co-dependent on him, but it just… hurt when he wasn't around.

A sort of hurt she was beginning to suspect Katara had to endure every day since her previous incarnation's passing.

*RECONSTRUCTION*

"Ugh! Darn it! Why can't I do this?!" Korra cried angrily, throwing a hissy fit as she flailed her arms and kicked the air with her legs, even going as far as to do a partial handstand and cycle her legs overhead like she were riding a bicycle.

"Korra, you're putting too much pressure on yourself," Jinora insisted, trying not to giggle at how-silly Korra looked.

"Jinora, Zhu's been gone for weeks, now," Korra argued as she got back to her feet. "What if he's actually trapped in the Spirit World and he needs me to reach out and save him?"

"What if he doesn't?" Jinora countered. "Korra, next to you, Zhu's probably the strongest member of the 'Korralition'."

"But what if Spirits don't have blood for him to Bend? And don't even get me started on pressure points, let alone the sword he doesn't have with him."

"Korra, I miss him too," Jinora answered somberly, her tone cutting through Korra's thoughts. "But since we can't go after him with a rope tied to one of our ankles, the best we can hope for is to make him feel well at home when he does come back."

"Yeah, and I guess we can't do that if those fish-worshiping wackos have their run of the place," Korra huffed, glancing idly at the Northern Theocracy's ship.

"Didn't you tag-team with one of those 'fish' to repel the Fire Nation navy?"

"That was Aang, not me."

"Well, you aren't wrong…"

"Still, I don't get it…" she said crossing her arms and bowing her head. "I know that separation is an illusion, so why isn't the Light Chakra opening?"

"Korra, that was grandfather's illusion…" Jinora deadpanned with a flat stare. "It won't work if you've already been told."

" . . . Oh," Korra blinked awkwardly. "Are you sure about that?"

"More-sure than you are, apparently."

"OH! Shots fired!" Meelo cried out.

*RECONSTRUCTION*

Korra, no longer self-sabotaging herself with a key that wouldn't even fit in the proverbial lock, returned to her contemplative meditations. It took her days longer than she would've liked, but eventually she came to realize, amidst her frustrations, what "illusion" she had been operating under. Which, unironically, was the same "illusion" that Zhu himself had been under.

That no matter what she herself did, bad things would still continue to happen to people. That there were things beyond her control; "control" being the key word.

Once she accepted that reality, the ephemeral bell-like tone of another Chakra coming undone sounded through her mind.

"You did it."

Jinora didn't guess. She just knew.

"Yeah… Yeah, I did," Korra nodded, feeling more uplifted than she had since Zhu had disappeared.

Of course, that attachment in particular, above all others, would be the most-difficult to let go of if she wanted to open the Thought Chakra.

Dealing with Pure Cosmic Energy and blocked by Earthly Attachments, the Thought Chakra was located in the crown of the head, and was the final hurdle for those seeking higher enlightenment.

However, what Korra herself knew that Aang hadn't realized the first time around, was that you didn't have to permanently let go of your earthly attachment to open the Thought Chakra. What was ultimately the most-important, was being able to let go "in the moment". As soon as the need for Pure Cosmic Energy had passed, you could "burden" yourself with as many earthly attachments as you wanted.

Now, for anyone else, the struggle against earthly attachments was a constant; one you would have to endure every single day if you wanted to remain "enlightened". For the Avatar however, once he or she opened all of their Chakras, in the back of their spirit, a "shortcut" was woven, and they became capable of tapping into the Avatar State however long they wished, whenever they wished.

Of course, with such great power came tremendous vulnerability, as Korra had educated herself to in her readings. For if she were to be killed while tapping into that power, the Avatar Cycle itself would be broken, never to begin anew.

Her eyes opening, instead of the meditation grounds at the rear side of Air Temple Island, Korra instead found herself overlooking the whole of the Material World, standing atop the end of a meandering road of light. A glimmering carpet of stars twinkling overhead like an obsidian tapestry dotted with fine jewels, looming over her at the end of that path, holding a sphere of cosmic radiance, was an enormous doppelganger of her own self, black as the void, its contours catching the radiant light.

As she followed the same path that all her past incarnations had walked, the meandering starlit path reflecting the back-and-forth meandering of life itself, an enormous cosmic effigy of her past life, Avatar Aang, revealed itself over her own left shoulder, its hands resting at its sides. To Aang's right was Roku, and row by row, another of their ranks added, were all the past Avatar stretching out into seeming infinity, the farthest reaches of antiquity, back before history was even reliably recorded, impossible for her mortal eyes to comprehend in their totality. Each "vestige" represented a human lifetime, and while each one may've been little more than a drop of water, when the sum was added all together, it became an ocean. An ocean that could be raging and violent, or as smooth as glass.

As she stepped up into that orb of pure cosmic energy, Korra felt within her a power that had been building not for the counting of mere centuries or millennia, but since time itself began.

*RECONSTRUCTION*

Unlike the more-grandiose displays of Aang, Roku, or their predecessors beyond them as they achieved mastery of the four elements, Korra's display in the Material World was more-humble, bordering on subdued.

First were the piddling motions that wouldn't have been out of place coming from her four-year-old self as she bent the elements from the first time. Then there the novice techniques as she displayed budding capability from each element. This was followed by the intermediate, advanced, and then displays of "mastery" that came with years of intense study and training.

By the end of this cardinal dance, her eyes glowing pure white, to all who saw her, none could deny that she had truly come into her own as The Avatar.

The last of the wind, the heat of the fire, the rumbling of the earth, and the rushing of the water dying down, as Korra returned to her singular self and drank in the aftermath of her elemental display, a bubbling excitement built in the girl's chest before she let out a loud- "WOOHOO!" -that could be heard from across the island.

"Korra…!" Jinora gasped. "Your Bending is back!"

"It's back…! It really is back!" the Avatar whooped. "I need to tell Zhu! I need to tell every-"

And then it hit her like a bucket of cold water when she slept in for too long.

Her Bending had returned, but Zhu… Zhu was still gone.

"Zhu…" Korra muttered as she clutched at her betrothal necklace. "Zhu, where are you…?"

*RECONSTRUCTION*

Elsewhile, Sam Manson was not having a good time.

Make no mistake, hers and Danny's recent foray into the Ghost Zone, then Spirit World, had been outright magical, and finding tangible proof of "other worlds" in of itself had been massively eye-opening. The sort of experience that would change one's life forever.

What she hadn't expected as they dove into the proverbial "light at the end of the tunnel" however, was to get a front-row pass to a recreation of the incident that gave Danny his powers.

The first warning that something was going wrong was the shriek of alarm klaxons blaring out of the Specter Speeder's control panels. All the lights that were green had begun flashing a baleful red, the steering controls vibrating angrily like the safety features put in modern cars.

The next sign that things were beginning to turn pear-shaped was when Danny practically filled the cockpit with the cold blue mist of his "Ghost Sense", followed immediately after by his involuntary transformation into his Half-Ghost Form. She used the word "involuntary" because instead of the beautiful clean "ring" that heralded his change from Human to Halfa, from toe to crown he was bathed in a mix between fire and television static as he was forced into his ghostly form.

Last but definitely not least, was the stream of emerald ecoplasm spilling out of Danny's chest and looping back around to spear Zhu through the chest, illuminating his skeleton through the flickering shadows of the Specter Speeder's cockpit as the energy spilled out the window and rejoining the tunnel of concentrated spirit energy they were careening wildly through. Like an arc of electricity traveling to ground through the path of least resistance, the Water Tribesman found himself transformed into a conductor for eldritch energies, an anguished cry tearing itself through his lips as the Specter Speeder threatened to shake itself apart.

The screams that filled the enclosed space, much like when Danny first received his powers, would haunt her for many nights after.

*RECONSTRUCTION*

" . . . Hey."

"Yeah?"

"You ever wonder why we're here?" one guard asked another, the two standing sentinel at the Northern Spirit Portal.

While in the past it had been a much-vaunted position, the Spirit Forest a veritable oasis of warmth and life amidst the vast tundra of the northern ice cap, ever since former-General Tonraq's men laid waste to it in a counterattack against the then-recent spate of barbarian attacks, it held even less than a sliver of its original splendor.

True, the absolute worst of the flooding had been turned away by the efforts of countless "anointed" Waterbenders, but the forest itself had yet to recover, even decades later. The Spirit Portal itself, a pillar of radiant, literally otherworldly energy, was a more-recent addition to the horizon, the way to the Spirit World opened up by the efforts of Chief Unalaq after countless days of fasting, meditation, and communion with the Spirits, and many years of rigorous study before that.

By and large it was forbidden for anyone to actually go in there, and the fact that no-one who managed to sneak in ever returned only reinforced the sentiment that while wondrous, the Spirit World wasn't a place that people could galivant through so flippantly.

That said, while the Spirit Forest was definitely the sort of place that the devout would make pilgrimages to, even in its presently ruined state, for those slightly less religious than their peers… For those of a less-devout inclination, the shadows cast by the fire-colored pillar of light against the ruined trees, made the whole of the former oasis look like a graveyard of mangled limbs like something from a Fire Nation v Earth Kingdom battlefield.

"It's one of life's great mysteries, isn't it? Why are we here?" the second guard asked in turn. "I mean, are we the product of some cosmic coincidence, or is there really a God watching over everything? You know, with a plan for us and stuff. I don't know, man, but it keeps me up at night."

" . . . "

" . . . "

" . . . What?!" the first guard blinked. "I mean why are we out here, in this canyon?"

"Oh. Uh… yeah."

"What was all that stuff about God?"

"Uh… hm? Nothing."

"You wanna talk about it?"

"No."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Seriously though, why are we out here?" the first guard asked. "I'm sure if we asked around, we could get someone to tag in for us."

"And what, get called a 'heretic'?" the second scoffed in turn, adjusting his fur-lined mask over his face.

"Well, I mean, when you put it like that…"

"-ahhhhhhhh-"

"Hey, do you hear something?" the first guard asked looking over his shoulder, the two perking up their ears and shuddering as terrified wailing noises echoed from within the Spirit Portal.

"-HHHHHHH-"

"What… What is that? What even is-"

The next moment, what could only be described as a massive cyclopean silver fish tore its way out of the Spirit Portal, its contrail like a shooting star through the illuminated sky as it sailed off into the horizon, that same otherworldly wailing left in its wake and carried by the wind long after it had vanished.

*RECONSTRUCTION*

Elsewhile, the Specter Speeder had belly-slid across the tundra for more than a mile once it fell beyond the view of human eyes. The only thing that had prevented the otherworldly vehicle from becoming a coffin was the fact that its passengers were belted down, but with the physical and/or spiritual beating some of them had taken, death might have actually been a preferable alternative.

*Cough* "WHOA…!" Danny gasped as he peeled his face off of the control panel, his hair disheveled as his eyes blearily adjusted, a persistent metallic-and-blueberry taste lingering on his tongue as he took stock of the situation. "Sam, Zhu, you two okay?"

"Danny… I think your parents need to make these into five-point harnesses," the goth woman groaned as she peeled her face and forearms off her portion of real estate. "Zhu, how are you holding up?"

" . . . "

"Zhu?"

" . . . "

"Zhu…?!"

" . . . "

"Holy shit, is he dead!?" she gasped as Danny shook his shoulder.

* . . . GAAAASP!* the red-head gasped as he came to, coughing violently into the control panel and spattering it red. "That. Was the worst road trip. Ever. Of all time," he complained.

"Not my fault. Someone put a portal in my way," Danny returned with a dry chuckle.

"No offense… but I think my first trip with you two is going to be my last trip with you two," he said palming the control panel and forcing himself back into a sitting position, blearily rubbing at his eyes as white fell across half his vision.

"Dude, the Skunk Punks called. They want their hair back," Danny chuckled as Zhu brushed a shock of white hair over the left side of his head along the dividing line, his eyebrow caught up in the phenomena as well.

"Who?" Zhu blinked incredulously as a strand of white fell between his eyes. "What the Naraka just happened?" he said eyeing himself in a rearview mirror; which in of itself had no practical place in what was essentially an airship gondola.

"Just spit-balling here…" Sam said as she rolled her aching shoulders, "but I think some of Danny's ectoplasm fled from an area of 'high pressure' to an area of 'low pressure'; like the compartment of a space station depressurizing."

"I only understood about half of that," Zhu groaned as he palmed his head, a lattice of crimson glowing through his skin. "And what's a 'space station'…?"

"Give it another fifty years or so..." Danny groaned as he checked at his own hair. "Well, nothing seems wrong on my end," he said conjuring a shimmering emerald sphere of ectoplasm in his hand before drawing the power back in. "How about you? You feel like 'going ghost'?"

"What, like that hilarious battle cry?" Zhu scoffed with a raised brow.

"If I had a nickel for every time someone called my battle cry 'hilarious', I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice…" Danny hummed, palming his chin.

"Can we please focus?" Sam asked as she let out a shiver, her breath going cold as she fumbled with the climate control. "Where are we…?"

"Looks like the north pole," Zhu said as he rubbed his own shoulders.

"What makes you say that?" Danny asked, completely nonplussed by the cold seeping in.

"Nothing makes my battle scars ache like this… shithole…" Zhu spat angrily, trailing off as something drew his eyes to the middling distance, well away from the Northern Spirit Portal.

"Hey, uh, Zhu? You okay there?" Sam asked as the white-streaked red-head stared off into the distance.

" . . . Something's pulling me in that direction," Zhu said as he looked down at his map, and then at the horizon.

"That map any clearer to anywhere else?" Danny asked peeking over the red-head's shoulder.

"Doesn't look like it…"

" . . . Well," Danny sighed as he re-initialized the controls, the Specter Speeder rising out of the snow. "Not like we have anywhere else to go."

*RECONSTRUCTION*

The Specter Speeder sailing over the inhospitable tundra, as Zhu guided Danny to where his intuition and the Infimap both were guiding him, Sam took pictures of their surroundings while also taking atmospheric measurements.

Atmospheric composition between this world and "Earth Prime" was largely similar, but with a slightly higher oxygen content. Not to the extent as in "Earth Prime's" prehistory where dragonflies could grow to the size of dinner plates, but certainly higher than the present "20 percent" ratio as back home.

This potentially meant a greater capacity for growth in "Earth Alt's" flora and fauna, but with only the icy tundra as a point of reference, she couldn't be sure.

Not that she nor Danny ever intended to share this discovery. Sure, Earth Prime may've come together as "one world" in the wake of the Disasteroid, with commemorative statues of Danny Phantom in every capital of every nation, but rivalries across borders, languages, and religion still existed and began cropping up again once the celebrations died down. Unlike in movies like Independence Day, rallying against a common enemy didn't magically make thousands of years of animosity vanish overnight. If anyone back home ever found out about Earth Alt, "manifest destiny" or somesuch would compel someone, or maybe even some nation, to attempt to annex an entire other world if not just its abundant resources.

The fact that Zhu's world had gasoline engines and electric lights already indicated an abundance of fossil-based fuels that would be ripe for plunder; and that was if modern Earth Prime technology gave them the advantage. It was entirely possible that the whole of a super-powered population could not only turn back potential invaders, but could counter-invade, ignite an inter-dimensional war like something from one of Tucker's science fiction stories or reverse-isekai anime.

The fact that she and Danny had needed something like the Infimap to even have a chance of transmigrating into the "Spirit World" of Zhu's Earth in of itself was enough of a natural barrier against casual wanderers into the Ghost Zone, but if tangible navigational data were brought back…

"We're here," Zhu said breaking her from her thoughts, her eyes turning to an ice cave protruding from a snowy hillside, its mouth like the maw of some horrid beast. "You have any winter gear to spare?"

"We have enough," Danny nodded, getting up from his seat and 'Going Ghost' before scrunching his brow in concentration and conjuring an identical twin of himself, Zhu almost flying out of his seat in shock. "Watch the ship, Sam and I will see what's so-important about this detour."

Danny's doppelganger simply shrugged his shoulders, Sam helping Zhu to the winter gear they'd need for their latest expedition.

*RECONSTRUCTION*

"Hey Danny, tell me if I'm hallucinating here, but does it feel… warmer to you…?" Sam asked through her breathing mask as she and Danny followed Zhu down the icy cavern coiling into the ground.

They'd long since left the maw of the ice cave behind them, yet the walls appeared to be glowing from within, hardly necessitating any auxiliary lighting.

"A little, yeah…" Danny answered, a trickle of his Ghost Sense consistently creeping out of the corner of his mouth as they descended. "Maybe there's a geothermal spring at the bottom of this place?"

" . . . "

"Hey Zhu, you okay there, buddy?" the Halfa asked.

"This place feels… familiar… Like a forgotten dream on the edge of my memory," Zhu answered, almost trance-like as they descended further into the underground chamber, the icy white and blue walls beginning to thread through with traces of red, almost like veins that had long since ceased pulsing.

"Hey, is it just me, or does this place feel like that giant heart-shaped exhibit from the science museum we went to as kids?" Danny asked as he drew imaginary shapes in his head.

"Oh good, so it wasn't just me," Sam nodded. "Yeah, it kinda feels that way… but I can't be sure when I'm on the inside looking out."

"How about now?" Danny asked as the three of them entered a new chamber, the walls and floor of this one almost completely red, illuminated by their own light, with a massive crimson pool not unlike blood dominating the far wall.

"Yeah… Yeah, that's a pretty compelling argument," Sam nodded, Zhu striding forward in a daze, almost like he were sleepwalking, until he were in the middle of the chamber. "Um… Zhu?"

" . . . "

"Zhu?"

As Sam and Danny tried to reach out to him, Zhu's eyelids fluttered as visions like his parents' final story played out in his mind. Two people, a mother and a father with a stillborn child, guided into the depths of an ice cave that steadily grew red until the walls looked like they were hewn from ruby. The two giving a swaddled child a baptism in what looked like blood, new cries tearing through his lips for the first time as the wisps of hair on his head and eyebrows were dyed permanently red. Of a matronly figure looming over them and teaching them how to protect that child from those that would judge him as something "other" more than they already would.

-HU!"

"Huh? What?" Zhu blinked as he turned to face them.

"Oh, okay, so you're still in there," Danny hummed.

"Do you… know what this place is?" Sam asked.

" . . . I think this is where I was born?"

"Excuse you?" Danny blinked confusedly. "Hey wait-!"

"-aaaand he went in…" Sam deadpanned as Zhu dove into the pool of blood.

"Guess we aren't getting that deposit back," Danny tried to chuckle, only for Sam to give him a flat look. "Should I… Should I go after him?"

"Yes…! I mean…! Mayyybe…?" Sam blabbered, unsure what the right move was.

This wasn't Earth; or at least not "Earth Prime". If entire armies of people could have superpowers and no-one bat an eye over it, the "rules" here were most-definitely not the same as back home. What if what was happening here was completely normal? Like… from the stories Zhu told about Pro Bending and even warfare in general, it sounded like people here could walk off hits that'd insta-kill anyone from back home. Maybe it was completely normal for people to just… dive into bodies of weirdly-colored water?

Because while the pool in front of them may've looked like blood, it didn't quite have the right smell. If anything, it was closer to a "red tide" from back home where certain kinds of algae grow out of control.

At the same time however, it didn't look quite right to be that either…

Any further ruminations were cut off as Zhu slowly rose from the crimson pool like something from a horror film, the brilliant white streak in his hair momentarily dyed crimson before it dripped away, making his distinctive hair yet more distinct.

"Did you uh… have a nice swim?" Danny asked nervously as Zhu strode up to them, the red liquid running down his body in rivulets, miraculously leaving his body as dry as when he'd gone in.

Zhu for his part said nothing in return, but instead stared down at his gloved hand, uncurling his fingers to reveal a tiny crimson crystal the size of a fingernail, glowing from within with its own light, but doing little else to set off Danny's "Ghost Sense".

"Come on. Let's get out of here," Zhu said with a tone of finality as he walked between them, leaving the chamber behind, the radiant crystal held tightly within his gloved hand.

An instant later the whole of the chamber began to shake, Danny and Sam getting Indiana Jones flashbacks and running off after Zhu as he vacated the quasi-magical chamber at a sedate pace.

*AN*

There is of course a certain irony in Korra getting her Bending back a relatively short time after Zhu goes off to the Spirit World to get knowledge necessary to fix her Chakras. The fact that she unlocked her own Chakras, meditated about it at-length, was especially fun to me to write, given that was a common complaint about the end of Season 1.

As for Zhu getting a heaping helping of ecto-energy, not unlike when Danny made himself into a Ghost Portal conductor after he hit the On Button, WHILE STANDING INSIDE OF IT… Honestly, what-all that does to/for him (apart from the Skunk Punk hair) is still up in the air, but I'm eager to see what people make of this, and I hope to see you all next time, and that you all have a happy non-denominational holiday.

Don't want any consciencious objectors bitching at me for daring to say "Me*ry Chri*tmas".

Oh, and have a happy non-denominational New Year.