One of the greatest advises Danny was ever given from his parents was that not everything was black and white. That in-between it all was green.

Yup, green. They told him that the night was black, the day was white, and the lush meadows were green. And to see all the word must offer and all the possibilities it could give, he had to learn to take in the big picture. Surprisingly profound for it to be coming from his dad.

And as of right now, Danny was deep in an ocean of green with no sky or help in sight.

He fiddled with his fingers, played with his hair and re-adjusted his glass- anything that could keep him distracted from the bandages that itched his arms. Thankfully, baggy jeans did the job of hiding his legs. Currently he was finding a baggy enough sweater to hide his arms.

Not to hide the bandages, but the lack of.

His parents also told him that bandages would be best for him. They told him a doctor wouldn't be able to help because they were ectoplasm burns, and modern science didn't yet have they technology to help with ectoplasm- or even acknowledged that ectoplasm existed, while his parents studied it all their lives.

At first, Danny didn't protest, and he kept them on.

But Danny soon learned that bandages for him were a bad idea. Something was put in them, and instead of the burns getting better, the blisters and swelling became even worse. When Danny asked his parents about it, they said that they put anti-ecto ingredients to eradicate the ectoplasm. They also told him to keep it on at all costs.

In the end, Danny decided that it wasn't worth it. Besides, even though it took a bit longer than it should have had, ever since he took off the bandages the burns and blisters were starting to fade.

Danny beamed when he found a faded sweater that fitted the bill. It was a dark navy blue with a red rocket ship sewn on the front. A bit cheesy for the first day of school, but would get the job done. He closed the drawer, took of the raggedy bandages and put on the old sweater.

Danny nearly froze as his mind suddenly wondered back to the ghost he helped.

His biggest relief was that the otherworldly boy had no sadism against humans. As impulsive as it was to help the first ghost that came through the portal, Danny didn't regret it. So far, the ghost or "Phantom" as he was seemingly preferred to be called did nothing wrong. Even if Danny nearly had a heart attack when he first saw Phantom of the television

He was borderline terrified that his parents would recognize the black HAZMAT suit or that Phantom would slip then get himself caught and experimented on. This time Danny not being able to save him from being tortured for research. Thankfully, neither of those happened... yet.

Danny would've preferred that Phantom kept a low profile. After all, god only knows what his parents would do if they found out that he helped a ghost of all people. But he could see why he would have gotten involved in ghost hunting. After all, if Danny was a ghost. He would much prefer to be caught by Phantom then by his own parents, whom he knew would have a blast toying with whatever ghostly organs he would have.

Danny shivered violently at thought.

With a deep breath, he packed his books and grabbed his worn brown backpack.

Well, if there was one thing Danny knew for certain,

it was that the first day of school was going to suck.

Danny grabbed his glasses and cleaned then with the hem of his sweater. That, and if Phantom was smart, he would keep his distance from his family, including him. Not that Phantom would have any interest what-so-ever in a loner nerd like him.

Danny put back on his glasses and walked out the door. Besides, what were the odds that they would meet again anyways? And even if they did,

what was the worst that could happen?