Disclaimer: I do not own Gravity Falls or Danny Phantom.

Gravity Falls. Something about the name pissed him off. He couldn't really explain his anger but it was apparently funny enough for his sister. She sat next to him, her headphones in as she listened to some audiobook since actually reading while in the car made her nauseous. (Tucker had learned that the hard way.) Every so often, she would glance over at him and fall into another fit of giggles. He was positive that she was thinking about the outburst he had as they were packing up the RV. ("But gravity can't fall!") Either way, he was still mad about the name; and the long car-drive. Why couldn't they have just hopped on a plane or something?

At least his father wasn't trying to play Fenton Eye Spy anymore. It wasn't that that different from normal Eye Spy. Basically, each person had to keep a look-out for what might possibly be a ghost. His mother had reached back and smacked his leg when he told his father that one of the cows that they had just passed looked slightly green and that it probably produced mint ice cream. The game had ever only gotten exciting a few times out of the millions they had played it over the years. The funniest incident had been when Jazz had half-heartedly pointed out a cloud that looked like Casper and Jack spent the next twenty minutes aggressively shouting at the sky as he unloaded gun after gun on a defenseless cloud. He had gotten sued.

Before they had left Amity Park, Maddie had told Jack that he would not be allowed to drive during the duration of the trip. He was upset at first ("But it'll take forever to get there now!") but it wasn't long until his dad had found other means of entertainment. For example, the already mentioned Fenton Eye Spy, changing the radio station after every song, loudly singing along to every song and declaring a pit stop every thirty minutes. Luckily, his mom ignored most of those pit stop requests so they weren't still somewhere in southern California.

Danny didn't know why they were heading the whole way to Oregon and to be totally honest, he didn't care. It was summer and he wanted to be back in Amity. Sure, he trusted that Sam and Tuck would have no problems handling the more minor ghosts and Valerie could do whatever the hell she wanted but he was scared that some of the more powerful ones, like Plasmius and even Walker would try to conquer Amity while he was sixteen hours away and unable to help. He had even called Dani in to help if it was needed.

Tucker had called it his "Hero's Complex." Danny called it "I'm Just Being Safe and I Don't Have a Hero's Complex, Dammit."

Either way, everyone assured him (minus Valerie who was probably extremely pissed off that Phantom had disappeared once again) that the town was safe. Sam had even threatened to shove her foot up his ass if he called to see if everything was okay within twenty four hours of him leaving. Jazz had stopped him from calling them exactly two hours after he left, casually reminding him that Sam follows through with her threats. He would not be able to afford the surgery. The phone was quickly shoved back into his pocket.

Almost twenty hours ago, they had left Amity Park and Danny was so close to calling and asking how everything was. Sadly, he couldn't for three reasons. One, he didn't want a boot stuck in his ass. Two, his parents would hear him and start asking questions. Three, Jazz had taken his phone. He guessed it was because he had been checking it every five minutes for the past two hours.

"Don't worry." She had whispered, snatching his phone shoving under her leg. "Everything is fine. If it wasn't they would've called." He had opened his mouth to protest but she cut him off. "It's on vibrate, isn't it? If it goes off I will give it to you. Stop bouncing your stupid leg, it's making me anxious."

Twenty minutes later and he was still bouncing his leg, Jazz looked like she was about to hit him and their parents were blissfully ignorant of what was going on. Ah, family trips.

Danny was about to ask for his phone back so he could text Tucker when multiple things happened.

The air suddenly turned stale and everything became a few shades darker, like the sun had gone behind a cloud. His ghost sense went off in a huge plume, the normal icy blue color now a dark red. A loud high pitched squeal started and seemed to be growing louder with each passing moment. Goosebumps broke out across his body and everything just felt wrong.

Then it was over. The air turned normal and the metaphorical sun came back out. Jazz was looking at him strangely and he was breathing heavily. Danny's hand went to his ears, which were still ringing from the loud sound. He vaguely heard his dad talking about something and he almost jumped out of his skin when Jazz touched his shoulder.

"Danny? Hey, are you alright? You look really pale."

She didn't experience any of that? Terrified blue eyes darted between her and their parents. Did anybody? No, his dad was talking excitedly about something and he heard his mother laugh in response. It was just him.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine. Just got kinda dizzy for a moment there. Car sickness, I guess."

His sister nodded, her expression saying she didn't really believe him. He was thankful she didn't push it.

"Hey, dad?" He called, ready to change the subject. "When will we get there? I need to stretch my legs, or something." Danny laughed lightly, ready to forget whatever the hell just happened.

"We are there Dan! Just passed the sign a few moments ago."

Danny had to sit on his hands to stop them from shaking.