"Alright Box Ghost! I've had just about enough of you for one life time!"
Danny whipped out the thermos and an eerie, glowing, blue beam of light shot the Box Ghost. He screamed in frustration as the light sucked him into the thermos.
"Next time, I will be victorious!" he shouted as Danny closed the lid.
Tucker and Sam broke free of a couple of large boxes that had them trapped earlier. They
ran up to Danny as he changed to human again and landed on the ground.
"Yea Danny!" Tucker high-fived him,
"You beat your record! Twelve seconds faster than last time."
Sam looked at Danny suspiciously.
"What's the matter?" she asked, "You're usually more enthusiastic about defeating the Box Ghost."
Danny looked up at her from his daze.
"Huh? Oh. I guess I'm just tired. I better go home now. It's getting past my curfew anyway."
He strapped on his helmet and stepped on to a scooter.
"I'll see you guys later." He said, and gave a hard push to speed him off down the road.
Tucker and Sam exchanged confused glances as Danny sped away.
Once Danny had reached Fenton Works, he dropped the scooter and opened the door.
Jack sat on the edge of the couch with his eyes glued to the television screen as yet another ghost terrorized the town. He narrowed his eyes and took a bite of the greasy pizza in his hand.
"Ghosts," he said, "They're just not normal. Must be a lonely life having everyone hate you like that."
Danny looked down at the floor and dragged himself up the stairs.
"You have no idea." he mumbled, taking one last glance at his dad.
Danny slammed his door and flung himself on the bed. He stared glumly out the open window at the rain that fell through the darkened sky. He gave a long sigh before turning away from the window and falling asleep. Jazz creaked open the door and gave a look of pity at Danny, fast asleep.
"Don't worry Danny," she whispered in the darkness, "Things will look up. You'll see."
The door shut behind her.