"Clockwork," Danny muttered, and watched as time went still. The master of time appeared, just as he promised he would.

The boy looked down. "I... I need to know the rules. What can I and can't I do?" He knew how easy it would be to blast away his all his problems. Pummel them down. But the human part of him held him back.

The spirit of time stroked his beard with his free hand. "You can do anything. But this reality is special. It can't connect to any other reality. In fact, it's rather a prison. Even I am not really here, but a hologram.

"It's your world, Dan. If you want to destroy it, so be it. But you have to live with the consequences, as well. You will not die truly for a very long time. Spend it wisely." Clockwork began to fade.

"Wait!" Danny said, voice cracking.

The ghost paused, cocking his head.

He looked out the window. "Sam... Jasmine... What do I do?"

Clockwork smiled. "Follow your heart. You know what to do, deep down in you. Do the right thing. And good luck." He vanished, and the clocks began to tick again.

Danny was left on his bed, staring at the floor trying to figure out what to do.

Jasmine knocked on the door to Danny - Dan's room. She still felt uncertain what to call him, but supposed either one worked. "How ya doing in there?" she called, checking up on her little brother like she always did.

He let out a muffled groan.

"Can I come in?" She asked, softly, laying a hand on the knob, beginning to turn.

He didn't answer. She took that for a yes.

She opened the door to find one Danny Fenton sprawled out, face down, on his bed, looking rather pitiful. "What's wrong?" she asked, softly.

He looked up with red eyes. "I don't know, you tell me, Jazz! I'm stuck in my teenager body, Sam is scared out of her wits at me, and I have no idea what to do about anything anymore!" He sighed, and they faded back to blue. "I just... I'm afraid, ya know? Of what I might do."

She sat beside him. "Well, I know one thing... It's not going to get better with you just laying here on your bed."

He sighed. "I know... I just... I don't know where to begin. Where do I even start to fix things? Do I tell Sam or not?"

She nodded. "Yeah... It seems like a lot, I know. But the first step to fixing things is talking to Sam. You'll figure it out, Danny." She ran her fingers through his slick black hair, to which he did not protest to, but seemed to shudder. He hadn't had any physical contact for a decade, of course he'd be unused to it. But it seemed to calm him down.

He took a deep breath. "Alright... I'll call Sam."

"No," Jazz said, bluntly. "Don't call her. Talk to her. Face to face. That way, you can't mess up."

Danny doubted that, seeing a million ways he could mess up, but ultimately let out a sigh, and growled, "Fine. But I won't kiss her."

In his mind, he doubted that, too.