Hello all. This one won't go up nearly as quickly as the last one did. It's also a bit longer and darker than my other piece but hopefully it will work.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom but I do have a kickin' record collection. And I like to use both of them for my own amusement.

Danny perched on the roof of a towering office building, his feet dangling off the edge and the lights of Amity Park spread out beneath him. He stared out at his town, focusing on nothing in particular, just sitting and thinking. The chilly autumn wind whipped around him, sending his hair flying in all directions, although in his ghostly form he hardly noticed the cold.

Danny felt hethought better as a ghost. It wasn'tas ifhe wasn't often confused or perplexed or even just as oblivious as he was when he was human form, he was. He was still Danny after all. But he was a less distracted Danny, a Danny with a freer mind.

In the beginning he'd ascribed it to being able to fly, that sense of calm that overtook him when he soared through the air for the pleasure of it. In those moments flying felt like the feeling of flying in dreams. But it wasn't just flying, it wasn't that feeling of controlled weightlessness, or looking down at the world from a much higher place.

There is a clarity that comes when the body is silenced. The million functions that rumble around the human form as breath is exchanged, the stomach shifts, and the heart beats, make a cacophony compared to the stillness of death. To be alive is to have a consciousness constantly fighting to be heard over the million demands of the body. To be dead is to have a consciousness alone, with nothing to interrupt it.

The thought made Danny shiver slightly. He didn't like to think of himself as dead or even partially dead.

Too much thinking, he decided, springing up from the roof. He needed to get home, anyway. If there was anything his mind needed to be focused on it was homework. It was only a few months into his senior year and he was already behind in school. He bit his lip as he soared towards his house, a new set of worries rolling through his mind, this time focused on the mundane problems of life.