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There was a city.

Traci moved into the observation deck, weak-legged. For someone whose entire being relied on something so simple as something as a place where people lived--it was like watching something you could never have--it was empty. She had felt it, while finding her staff, and then she had found the tube which had pulled her to the surface. And there the city had been, empty and huge and lifeless.

She wanted milk and cookies. Tea. Something comforting.

Her Staff was warm in her hand, but felt weak with shock--sick.

Traci sat down, hard, on a squishy green thing, staring at the huge statue in front of her, curled up around her staff, and said, quietly, "Well, shit."

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"Jaime?" Again, he made a 'y' sound at the end. Accents die hard.

"Short hispanic kid? Kinda flighty? Yeah, he sort of yelled at me for talking about the future of Robin."

The first smile on her face since she'd gotten here. It disappeared almost instantly.

"I need to find him. The voice--" She looked at him. "Why was there a voice? Telepathy? I couldn't find the source. Where in space are we?"

"That was Stacy. Who is the ship itself. I think." Danny said, walking in not in human form. "And as for where in space? We don't even know which universe we're in, much less where exactly we are in it. Oh, I'm Danny Fenton by the way. Or Danny Phantom. Take your pick on which."

"Stacy?" It had been a female voice, but not a human one. Traci had enough experience with things that weren't human that she knew better. "Stacy is the ship? We're on a talking space ship."

Her father would have a heart attack.

"Do all the boys in this place have black hair and blue eyes?" One was certainly much shorter than the other, but the resemblance was there.

"Would snow-white hair and glowing green eyes make you feel more comfortable?" Danny quipped.

Terry relaxed slightly when the other boy showed up. No idea who this one was, either, but at least Traci would stop interrogating him.

"Wait, what?" He said at the hair and eyes comment. "Are you another one of those mutants like Kurt?" Why couldn't this place be normal? Why mutants? Why not just clown gangsters and splicers?

Mutants? Traci wasn't from that universe. She had thought the hair and eyes quip was a joke. Now, not so sure and cursing herself for not thinking of it, she backed up a bit, and looked between Terry and Danny.

"This is getting a bit too weird for me," she said. "What do you mean, snow-white hair and glowing green eyes? Or should I not ask that question?"

"Half-ghost. And don't ask me how that works, I'm just a C-student. Only explanation I've got is that my parents built a machine that opens a portal to what we call the Ghost Zone. It didn't work because my Dad forgot to turn it on, and when I looked inside to see If I could figure out what went wrong I accidentally turned it on. And well, it did this." He turned ghostly to emphasize his point.

Terry was speechless. He'd been pretty sure that all of this was real, but now... it was getting a bit too strange. He wasn't so sure this wasn't one of Spellbinder's tricks.

"What the hell is wrong with this place?" He said, slumping into one of the gooey couches. He'd been holding himself together pretty well until now, but he wasn't sure how much longer he could last.

"Hey, you think I never found this weird? My life's been one crazy thing right after another."

"Hey, my life isn't exactly normal." Terry shot back. "But at least it's a comfortable kind of weird." This ship, on the other hand, was a bit too much.

"At least back home, I know what I'm up against. Splicers, Jokerz, a few assassins... but here. Half-ghosts. Blue guys with tails. Mia. I swear, no one should have their ass grabbed by a girl that'll be at least 50 when they'll be born."

Traci watched this exchange silently, going over the things she'd learned in her head.

"Excuse me," she said, looking at Danny, "but you can't be half-ghost. You can't be half-dead."

"Logically, yes. Of course, logically we aren't supposed to be flying between universes in a living ship, so I think we can toss all logic out the window right now. Besides, I'm not even sure all the ghosts in my world are even the spirits of formerly living people anyways."

Terry stared at the white-haired boy.

"Okay," he finally managed to say, "I take it back. Your world sounds a whole lot more confusing then mine."

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