Sam later learned that the commotion from the fight had woken up Dashiel. When he went to investigate, he witnessed his mother morph into her evil ghostly mist. At that instant, for the first time in Dashiel's life, he made a smart decision. He ran as fast as he could out of the house. Walker had just finished talking to Mr. and Mrs. Manson about Star when he happened to glance out the window and see Dashiel flailing about and screaming in his pajamas down the street. He forced the young man to come into the station for an explanation, which Dashiel proceeded to do incoherently. Something about Mrs. Masters and demonic possession. Now, another person turning up dead at Mrs. Master's mansion wasn't exactly much of a surprise to him anymore. But her son running around screaming about how his mother had become possessed by a demon? That was new. Though Amity Park was no longer Walker's jurisdiction, he decided to pay Mrs. Masters a visit for old time's sake. Which is how he ended up battling an evil ghost with Sam, Jazz, and Dani.

Walker and Dani were actually quite familiar with each other. While investigating a case of somebody's stolen jewels at the train station five years ago, he saw the girl quickly board the last train to Wisconsin all by herself with no luggage at ten o' clock at night. Walker suspected she was running away to her cousin, but wasn't able to confirm that theory. As soon as Dani boarded, the train pulled away. He decided to look into it in the morning, but when morning came, he was called down to the Masters mansion for yet another dead body. This time it was the former mayor's son. He just knew Mrs. Masters was the cause of all the deaths happening aroung here, but thanks to her crystal ball scepter, was never able prove it. Suddenly, understanding why the girl ran away, Walker made up some rumor about how she disappeared without a trace and, after confirming Dani was indeed with her cousin, quickly transferred himself to the nearest police station at Dani's new home. Thankfully, his move to Wisconsin seemed to discourage Mrs. Masters from coming over in her search for Dani. He came back to Amity Park after someone came in to complain that some fat idiot had stolen his horse. He followed Jack back here and had him arrested for what seemed like the fiftieth time after Mr. Pointdexter called in to complain about a ghost-hunting moron destroying his inn.

Mr. Pointdexter agreed to drop the charges against Jack so long as he never stepped foot in his establishment again. So he and the two girls stayed at the mansion cleaning up the debris caused from the battle with Mrs. Masters (and from his own fights with Bertrand). For the rest of the week, Jack would puff out his chest and brag to everybody about how he knew it was the butler the entire time. Upon realizing, according to Jack, that Jack was on the verge of destroying him, Bertrand the Evil Ghost returned Sam safe and sound in an attempt to convince Jack that everything was fine and he could go away now. But Jack wasn't fooled in the slightest. He knew Bertrand was going to kill Sam as soon as he could and Jack was about to stop him once and for all until Walker had him arrested. The fact that his girls defeated Bertrand was because Jack had weakened him with his cunning and fierce attacks throughout the day. Jazz's constant reminders that, no, that really didn't happen, the butler was following Mrs. Masters' orders didn't seem to phase him one bit. As far as he was concerned, he had solved the mystery of the disappearing bride. After a few rounds of this, Jazz gave up.

As soon as Mrs. Masters was gone, Sam's family immediately started to head on back home. Unfortunately for them, Walker made them stay until he could come up with a convincing story about Mrs. Masters' sudden disappearance. So for the next few days, they stayed at the mansion with the Fenton family. While most of Sam's family spent that time acting like their usual selves, Pamela constantly cuddled, crooned, and lavished so much loving attention than she had ever given before her entire life at her dear "princess" Sam whenever she could. Within two seconds, Sam grew sick of her mother's newfound adoration of her and spent as much time as she could helping the Fentons with cleaning up the house. And even then, her mother wouldn't stop. She would continuously follow Sam around, attempting to coax her down onto the sofa to rest while yanking the broom or duster or whatever out of Sam's hands.

As intolerable as that was, what Sam found to be the most intolerable of all was that Dan wasn't here. Every day, she would visit his grave and talk to his tombstone as if she were talking to him. Every day, she would read every single page in his journal and hug it tight when she was through. Every day, she would stroke her hair and caress the violet as her fingers brushed against it. Every day, she would imagine cuddling up against him, wishing that he was with her right now. Yet every day, nothing happened. Dan had promised they would be together, but as every day passed, she would find herself still alone. Then one day, Walker said he managed to persuade everybody Mrs. Masters had gone back home to Italy. Whether or not she was actually from Italy, nobody knew or really cared. Everybody was just relieved they were finally free to go home. Everybody except Sam. Instead, she looked out the window towards the cemetary. She could barely see it in the distance, but when she did, she made one last desperate prayer.

"Please, Dan," she whispered, "Please come back soon."

Dan didn't come back that night. Nor did he come back the following morning as everybody packed up their bags. Sam sighed as she folded up the last dress from her closet and placed it in her suitcase. Down the hall, she could still hear Dashiel and Dani arguing. Apparently, now that his mother was gone, Dashiel was under the impression that he would inherit the house and all the money. Sam let out a light chuckle as she recalled his look of shock and dismay when he learned that Dani would be inheriting it instead. At first, he tried to complain to Walker, but when that didn't work, he tried bullying Dani into giving him her inheritance. That didn't work either, so now he was trying to bargain with her. From the sounds of all the screaming going on, that wasn't going very well, either.

"For the last time, Dashiel, I said no!" Dani shouted.

"Oh, come on!" he argued, "You can't kick me out!"

"Actually," Walker interrupted, "She can. She owns this house."

"My mother owned this house!" Dashiel shouted.

"You mean she stole this house from my father!" Dani shouted back, "Now get out!"

"But I'll die out there in the streets! You want me to die?"

"Do you really want me to asnwer that question?"

"How am I supposed to live?"

"Most people usually have jobs," Walker replied, sarcastically, "You should try it sometime."

"That's not my problem!" Dani said, ignoring Walker, "You're a grown man, you figure it out! Now figure it out on your way out the door!"

"You can't kick me out my own house!"

"This was never your house! Now I highly suggest you get out of my father's house! Now! Or else!"

"Or else what?"

"Or else," Walker answered, "I haul your ass off to jail. Now, whether you leave this house on your own or against your will is up to you, but either way, you're leaving this house. So, what's it going to be Baxter?"

Dashiel didn't answer, but judging from all the stomping, slamming, and grumbling, Sam guessed he decided to leave of his own accord. Having finished packing, Sam lifted up her bags off of the bed. She looked around the room one last time, hoping to see even a glimpse of Dan. But still, he wasn't there. With a heavy sigh, she left the room and headed down the stairs. Her family was waiting for her outside with a carriage. Jack and Jazz were right next to them with a carriage of their own, hauling their own bags inside for the trip back to Wisconsin.

"Princess! There you are!" Pamela ran up to Sam and yanked her bag right out of her hand, "You let me handle that. This thing is much too heavy for you, darling."

"Pamela-" Jeremy said.

"QUACK QUACK!"

"Ugh," Jeremy groaned, rolling his eyes, "I'll never understand this quacking nonsense. Anyways, Pam- I mean, dear, I think Sam can handle carrying her own bags."

"Oh, I know that, darling. But I don't want our little princess to strain herself. Now, Sam, you just go into the carriage and relax. We just need to get your grandmother and we'll be on our way."

"I'll go look for her!" Sam quickly said, running as fast as she could away from her mother.

"Hey, Sam," Jazz called, "While you're there, could you tell Dani we're ready to go?"

"Got it!" she shouted back as she entered the house.

Sam decided to get Dani first and went up the stairs to her room, nearly crashing into Dashiel as he angrily barreled his way down with his luggage.

"Watch where you're going, Fran!" he snapped as he passed.

Not waiting for a reply, he continued stomping on through the hall, out the door, and into the street. Walker came down next. Having witnessed Dashiel's little temper tantrum, he shrugged his shoulders at Sam while rolling his eyes.

"Don't mind him," he said, "Big baby's just upset he's not rich anymore. Anyways, I'd better head out and make sure Fenton doesn't destroy something on the way back home."

He started down the stairs again and Sam continued up. She arrived at Dani's door and knocked. A few seconds passed before she knocked again. She let a few more seconds pass before knocking again, this time calling out her name loudly. When Dani still didn't answer, Sam entered the room only to find it empty. She looked around in confusion before shutting the door. She searched all throughout the house, but still no Dani. Finally, Sam went out to the back garden. She still didn't see Dani, but found Ida with her needlework while basking in the sun. Well, at least one person was found.

"Hey," Sam said as she approached her, "Mom says we're all ready to go."

"And so am I, dearie."

Ida folded up her project and looked up at Sam. She noticed that her granddaughter looking off into the distance, not really focusing at anything in particular. Her ears were rather bad, but Ida could have sworn that Sam had just let out a sad little sigh.

"Something wrong, dearie?"

"Huh?" Sam snapped out of her day-dream with Dan and came back to reality, "What? No. I mean, not really. I mean... I don't... Okay, yes," Ida waited for her to continue, "It's just that someone I like, someone really close to me, said he'd be here. But, he's not. Look, it's a bit complicated."

"No need to explain, dearie. I think I get the gist. Why don't you take your mind off of it by searching for Dani. I'm sure you'll be glad to be away from your mother for a little longer, anyways."

"That's what I'm tring to do, but I can't find her."

"Oh, didn't you see her, dearie? She was heading off to the cemetary."

"Oh. Thanks."

Sam went back into the house and headed for the front door before stopping. Her mother would be waiting for her out front, probably eagerly awaiting for Sam's returen so she could continue with her coddling. Shaking her head in disgust, Sam went back out to through the back garden and climbed over the iron fence before heading for the graveyard. A few minutes later, she arrived to see Dani sitting in front of her brother's grave. Her head was bowed and her eyes were closed. Sam could see Dani's hair being ruffled by a strange wind, but couldn't feel the wind herself. After a few more seconds, the wind disappeared and Dani opened her eyes with a peaceful smile.

"Hey," she said to Sam as she stood up.

"Hey yourself," Sam replied as Dani walked up to her, "I've been looking everywhere for you."

"Yeah, sorry. I just needed to talk to Dan one last time."

Sam said nothing. Why couldn't Dan talk to her, too? Especially after promising they'd be together. The least he could do was say good-bye.

"Is something wrong?"

Sam looked up at Dani's questioning face, "No. It's nothing."

Dani raised an eyebrow, but didn't push any further. She led the way back to the mansion as she talked.

"I can't wait until I'm away from this place. It's been giving me the creeps all week."

"But you grew up here. This used to be your home."

"Yeah. Used to. Not anymore. Now, it's just a creepy old house with really bad memories. I just want to get out of here as fast as possible and never come back."

"Well," Sam shrugged, "I mean, I can understand why you don't want to be reminded about all that's happened here, but there's got to be some good memories too, right?"

"Yeah," Dani smiled as she began to go back to her childhood, "Yeah, there were, right?" She then frowned and vigorously shook her head, "But as many good memories as there were, I still can't ever go back to that house without being constantly reminded of the bad. I won't have Dashiel take this house, but I won't take it, either!"

"So, what are you going to do with it?"

By now, the girls had arrived at the front yard. Dani reached into her pockets and pulled out an envelope.

"Here," she held it out to Sam.

Curious, Sam took it. She opened it up and pulled out a piece of paper. Looking over it, she thought it looked like some official document with her name written in big bold letters right in the middle.

"What's this?" she asked.

"The deed to the mansion. I had it transferred to your name. I know my father would have liked you if he met you and it's something he'd want. And I'm pretty sure Dan would want you to have it, too."

Sam shook her head and tried to hand it back, "I can't take this! The mansion's yours."

"Not anymore. Now, it's yours. And it's no use trying to give it back. I won't take it back. I don't want it back. Besides, do you have any idea how long it took me to find that thing? I still can't believe my father hid it in a manual."

"A manual?" Sam asked, "Why would your father hide the deed in the manual?"

"Probably because nobody ever reads the manual. Anyways, have fun with the house."

"Wait!" Sam called after her as she walked to her family's carriage, "What am I supposed to do with it?"

"I don't know," Dani climbed into the carriage, "Do whatever you want. It's your house now."

As soon as Dani climbed in, the Fenton's carriage took off. Jack, Jazz, and Dani all waved good-bye to the Mansons as they headed down the road. Everyone exchanged their farewells until their carriage was no longer seen.

"Your house?" Pamela asked as soon as the Fentons disappeared, "Princess, whatever did that girl mean by 'your house?'"

Sam continued to look dumbfounded at the deed. Just what was she supposed to do with the house? Dani was absolutely adament in giving up the house. She certainly didn't want Dashiel live there, and quite frankly, neither did Sam since he had no right to it, anyway. Sam knew her parents weren't going to stay here, either and insist on continuing back home. So, what was she going to do?

"Come along, darling," Pamela grabbed Sam's arm and yanked her towards their carriage, "I'm sure you're quite as eager as I am to go home. Now, when we get there, you just go on up to your room to relax. Ooh! How about I make you your favorite snack and I could-"

Sam quickly tuned out her mother's' drabbling and looked back at the deed. Suddenly, a breeze blew through Sam's hair. She turned and watched as violet petals gathered from nowhere and gracefully glided along with it. A wide smile spread across Sam's face.

"Actually, Mother," she pulled her arm back away from her mother, "I'm staying here."

"What?!" her mother exclaimed loudly making everybody turn towards her, "But, darling, whatever for? Don't you want to go home?"

"I am home, Mother," Sam continued, "This is my home."

"Sam," Jeremy said, folding his arms as he watched his daughter take out her luggage, "I don't understand it. Ever since we got here, you've been complaining that you wanted to go home. Now we're going home, and now you want to stay here? What on earth is going on with you?"

"Father, Mother, look, I can't explain it. It's just that I have to be here. I have to stay here."

"Whatever for?" Pamela continued, trying to put the suitcases back in as she wrinkled her nose at the mansion, "Why would you want to stay in a dreary place like this?"

"As I recall, dearie," Ida interrupted, "When we arrived, you called this place beautiful."

"True," Pamela sighed, "I did. But that was before I realized what a monster that awful Masters woman was. What on earth was I thinking trying to marry you off to her son?"

"Anyways, Sam" Jeremy took Sam's hand, "I'm sure you don't want to live here by yourself. Wouldn't you rather be with your family?"

"Your loving, adoring family, princess darling?" Pamela said.

"Look," Sam yanked her hand back and once again proceeded to take her lugguge out, "Guys, I love you all, I really do-"

"Then let's go home, princess!"

"Will you let the dearie finish, Pamela?" Ida asked.

"QUACK!"

"But," Sam continued, "I think it's time I go out on my own. I said it before and I'll say it again. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I did when I disappeared for those two days."

"Sam," Jeremy said, "Two days is nothing compared to a lifetime. Besides, it's a very dangerous world out there."

"Very dangerous!" Pamela agreed while grabbing a suitcase to put back in, "You need to be safe at home receiving lots of loves and cuddles from your loving Mother!"

"You're not helping, Pamela."

"QUACK QUACK QUACK!"

"Now, you're definitely not helping."

Sam took the bag out of her mother's hand, "I'm a big girl. I can handle myself."

"But-"

"Oh, stop it, Jeremy!" Ida interrupted, "It's obvious she's not going to change her mind. If she says she's home, then she's home."

"Mother, really-"

"Don't you 'Mother' me, young man. Sam is an adult. She can handle herself."

"Thank you," Sam said.

"But," Pamela replied, "She's never taken care of herself before!"

"How do you expect me to learn if you keep coddling me all the time?"

"She brings up a good point, dearie," Ida said.

"Oh," Pamela sighed sadly, "I suppose you're right. You are such a dear, wise woman. Oh! I'm going to miss you, princess! My dear darling! All alone by her poor lonesome self!"

She wrapped Sam into a tight embraced and wailed loudly as Sam was crushed into her chest. Jeremy remained unconvinced, however, seeing that he was now outnumbered, he didn't push any further. Instead, he wrestled Sam out of Pamela's grip and gave her a good-bye hug of his own.

"I don't like this one bit," he said, looking down at Sam's face, "But I guess I don't really have much of a choice. You be a good girl and take care of yourself."

"I will," Sam nodded.

He gave her one last hug before letting go. Ida was next. The two said nothing as they embraced each other. But when they broke off, Ida motioned Sam to come down.

"Let's hope that young man you were waiting for finally decides to show up."

She gave Sam a wink and rolled off to let her son help her inside the carriage. Finally, Pamela went in for one last hug. After what seemed like an eternity of being pressed against her mother while she loudly sobbed and wailed out to the heavens about how much she was going to miss her "princess," Sam was finally able to pry herself out and watch as her father led her back to the carriage. Everyone waved and shouted out their goodbyes, with a bit of Pamela's constant crying mixed in, until finally they were out of sight. With a satisfied smile, Sam picked up her bags and headed back inside.

She still wasn't sure what she'd do with her house. Maybe she could redecorate it? She was good at that kind of thing. Some new curtains for the parlor, a new wallpaper for the study, not to mention the hallways could use some new paint.

Of course, the redecorating would have to wait. First she'd need some money. For that, she would have to find a job. But where? Not that it really mattered. There's got to be something for her in this town. She'd find it soon enough. The very least she could do around here, though is to take down all these portraits. She wasn't going to have any paintings of people looking down on her in disgust. This was her house now, and if they weren't going to be happy, then they weren't going to be here. Simple as that. Dan's portrait, though. He stays. She wanted him here, even if he wasn't really. Sam stopped at his portrait at the end of the upstairs hall and smiled. Well, they might not be together, but as long as his painting was still there, she could at least pretend.

Sam turned to the bedroom door when she noticed she had stepped on something. She looked down and saw a trail of violet petals leading from the door down the stairs. Strange. She was just on those stairs only a minute ago and didn't see any petals. Setting her bags aside, Sam followed the trail down the stairs, through the hallway, out the back door, and into the back garden. She looked up and gasped. A violet-colored carpet had been rolled out onto the grass and made a path from the garden's entrance to a floral archway covered in violets and white roses with ivy trailing along the sides. Sam could see that an alter had been placed underneath the archway where a blue-skinned minister in a purple cloak waited behind it. Just to the side of the alter stood Dan smiling at her. Sam smiled back just as the breeze picked up again and began to whirl around her.

When it was done, Sam looked down. Her ordinary black and purple dress had been changed into an elegant wedding gown made out of black satin. Unlike her previous wedding dress, this one was rather simple and sleek. No lace, no golden embroidery, no long train, nothing. Just the dress, some black boots, the belt made entirely out of violets, and a black veil reaching down only slighty past her shoulders.

With another gust of wind, Sam found herself holding a bouquet of violets and white roses, just like the archway. She looked up at Dan still smiling. An invisible organ began to play. Dan held out his hand to her. Sam raised her head up high and slowly walked down the aisle.

The End