Danny shivers as a wave of cold shudders through him. Sam and Tucker send him startled looks and Danny sees them tense, ready to fight, but he's quick to wave them off. "Not my ghost sense." He assures, rolling his shoulders and shrugging away the tail end of the cold wave.

"You can't actually be cold." Sam huffs, smiling teasingly but her lilac irises are glistening with concern.

"It's like," Tucker glances down at his PDA screen, "73.5 degrees." He agrees, shooting Danny his own uncertain look.

"There's a breeze?" Danny tries to explain but it comes out more of a question. He doesn't want them to worry, there's nothing to worry about, he just hasn't been sticking as close to Frostbite's suggestions as he should. The Ice Yeti had very clearly told Danny that he couldn't keep his core's power locked up, that it needed an outlet, but it hasn't gotten one recently other than a few puffs of condensation when a ghost is nearby.

Sam levels him with a stern look and Danny sighs, resting his elbows on the table and resting his head in his hands, "It's just my core." He insists casually, like they didn't know his core was everything that held his ghost half together; everything that made it real.

"Just my core." Tucker mocks, tilting his voice higher. His voice had dropped considerably over the past year but he was still the squeakiest kid Danny knew. "Isn't that, ya know, your ghastly ghost heart?" Tucker was clearly just as unimpressed as Sam was.

Danny sighs again, long and suffering, "It's not damaged or anything. I just haven't been using my ice powers as much-"

"-Cryokinesis." Sam corrects.

"Cryokinesis as much as I should be." Danny amends. "It's building up again. Makes me cold sometimes." He explains. He was waiting for a shiver to come, just for effect, and was slightly disappointed when it didn't come.

"Why aren't you?" Tucker asks, head tilting curiously as he shovels a handful of fries into his mouth. "I mean, Frosty taught you how to use them, right?" He continued, chewing obnoxiously and making Sam cringe.

"I just don't need them, most of the time." Danny shrugged, stealing a handful of Tucker's fries and smiling at his friends indignant squeak. "I'm used to the ecto-powers. I forget the ice po-" A stern look from Sam, "-Cryokinesis is there most of the time, if I'm being honest."

"Dude, how do you forget you have ice powers?" Tucker huffs. Sam scowls. She was trying to get them to use the proper name for Danny's proclaimed ice powers, glad to know that one of them finally had a more finalized term, but Danny and Tucker weren't making it easy for her. At very least Danny was trying. Tucker, however, has yet to make the effort.

Danny shrugs again, munching peacefully on the fries he'd nabbed from Tucker's ever greasy basket. "I forgot I had ghost powers for the first couple mouths after I got them." Danny remembers the multiple times he had been in a sticky situation- a lot of them commonly caused by Dash- only escaping at the last minute because he'd remembered that he was a hybrid.

"How?" Tucker groans. Danny never thought someone could look so sad eating a french fry but the way Tucker hunched over, slowly feeding the food into his mouth with a downcast expression almost sparked pity in him. Almost.

"Maybe because he spent the first fourteen years of his life being human, Tucker." Sam quipped, rolling her eyes and taking another bite of her food. She, respectively, was the slowest eater of them all. It was to be expected really, but sometimes Danny decided to pace himself with her just so she didn't have to eat alone. He knew how just how uncomfortable it could make her being the only one eating.

"Ouch," Danny winced playfully, eyes sparkling as he sent her a dramatically wounded look. He moves a hand to carefully hover over his chest, wary of reopening his wound but not daring to throw his humor to the wind just because he was a little worse for wear.

Sam grabs one of Tucker's fries and chucks it at the other noirette with a glare, smiling smugly when the french fry got itself tangled in Danny's messy hair, "That's not what I meant and you know it."

Danny simply reached up and plucked the fry from his hair, bring it down and placing it on his tongue slowly. Sam grimaced and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Maturity, where are you?" She muttered.

Tucker and Danny shared an amused look before bursting into a fit of laughter. It was short lived but Danny was glad to have a relief from the paranoia that was plaguing him. He kept wanting to look over his shoulder at the A-listers. He felt like he could feel them creeping towards him, preparing something either embarrassing or painful. Knowing his luck, he'd be both.

"There." Tucker said, pointing over Sam's shoulder. Obviously, the raven-haired kids couldn't simply take his word for it. They turned to look in unison and Danny let out a groan when he spotted a familiar head of long orange hair. Tucker snickered, earning a dark look from Danny. Sam simply rolled her eyes and kicked Danny under the table to get his attention, nodding towards the approaching form of Jazz Fenton. Great.

Jazz waved excitedly, a smile on her face beaming at them as she walked over and easily slid in next to same. The dark look on Sam's face sent a wave of satisfaction through Danny. Who was annoyed now, he thought mockingly.

"Hey fellow Ghost Getters." Jazz greeted, smile somehow widening at the groans she got in response.

"Jazz, we've talked about this." Danny huffed, tangling a hand in his dark bangs and resting a palm against his eye. Jazz didn't even flinch at the annoyed glare she received from Danny's visible eye.

"Oh, I know." Jazz assured, bubbly and merry. Her eyes glinted mischievously and her smile turned all that more teasing, "But your reactions never get old." She seem to bask in the second round of groans she received, giggling behind her hand as Danny let his head fall onto the table. "So, I found this book." Peeking through his hair Danny saw Jazz roll her eyes, pulling a thick tome from under her arm and dropping it on the table. He jerked up at the surface trembled, shooting Jazz another glare as he took in the book's appearance. It was definitely old, looks like something out of medieval times.

"And?" Danny pressed. He really hoped this was something more than just Jazz talking about some book she'd gotten at the library. He never cared for what she read and if she was about to go on another psychology rant Danny hoped a ghost showed up so he wouldn't have to listen to it.

"And," Jazz huffed, shooting Danny a stern look at his clear impatience. "It's about the ghost zone."

Sam perked, reaching over and sliding the heavy brick of old paper towards her. She quickly flips to the first page. Her eyes scan the pages, flicking from side to side. Her eyebrows furrow, lips turning down in a contemplative frown. "This isn't a book." She says softly, confused and curious.

"Looks like a book to me." Tucker adds, leaning forward to get a better look at the pages.

"It's a journal." Sam shot Tucker a half-hearted look of annoyance in Tucker's direction. "It's all handwritten. And there's pictures." She pushes the book closer to Danny so he can get a look.

She's right, obviously. There's a detailed charcoal drawing of the ghost zone on top-left corner of the left page, taking up a good fourth of the worn paper with detail swirls and floating doors turned grayscale. The first paragraph under the drawing is labeled 'The Ghost Dimension' and Danny finds himself staring intently at the papers as if they'll spew the answers to the horde of questions assaulting his mind. "Is there an author?" he mutters, looking up at Jazz. It didn't look other-wordly. There was no green, no black, no purple, no glow signifying it belonged in the ghost realm. It was a normal book, likely written by a typical man, but the one question Danny really wanted the answer to was who? He thought no one- no human- had gone into the Ghost Zone until the halfas.

Jazz shook her eyes, eyes hardening as her face became serious. "No, that's why I came." She explains, sighing and finger-combing her hand hesitantly. A nervous tick of her's, but what was there to be nervous about? "There's no author listed, it was just left in the library. I think it might have been planted." She sighs again, leaning forward and putting a hand to her forehead. Whatever this was was really getting to her.

"That seems like a stretch, doesn't it?" Tucker asks, pushing for more answers when the table fell into an uneasy silence.

Danny averted his gaze, turning his eyes back to the book and flipping through the pages. The doors, the islands, the landmarks. It was all there, correctly labeled, all of it. He felt something shift in him, some connection clicking at the back of his mind, and suddenly he felt sick. He grabs a chunk of pages, ignoring the confusion he could feel in his friends' gazes, and flipped to the middle of the book. There, drawn in perfect realism, laid a picture of blood blossoms. The labeling made them to be perfect weapons and a ghost repellant. Danny looked at the others with a heavy heart and a pit in his stomach, eyes frightened and mind reeling. "It's a hunter's."

"Danny?" Sam muttered, reaching out to pull the book back. She's concerned obviously. "If it's a ghost hunter's book we should probably keep it away from you." She offers, sliding the book back towards her.

"I feel weird," Danny confesses. After coming across something new, and something unheard of like this, he was afraid to keep the strange, sudden dread from them. His fingers tingled, his blood throbbed in his veins. It was vaguely familiar.

"Weird how?" Tucker asked. Eyeing Danny intently, watching for some sort of visible reaction. Danny's breathing hitched, his eyes still wide and afraid. Why was this so familiar? It was the familiarity, the anticipation, that was making him feel sick. It wasn't the book, not the book itself at least. It couldn't be. That didn't make any sense.

"Like," Danny swallowed thickly, mouth suddenly dry. Jazz reaches out and hovers a hand over his arm, waiting for any sign he actually wanted her comfort. "Like my blood is boiling." Realization washed over him then. He realized why the sensation was so familiar and why it caused such a visceral reaction. He'd only experienced it once but it had been extended agony unlike anything he'd ever felt.

Sam seemed to be coming to the same realization, turning back to the book with fearful lilac irises. "Blood blossoms." She breathed, grabbing the book and flipping through the pages. "There has to be one in here. It's the only thing…" She trailed off.

"Damn it." Jazz cursed gently, finally laying her hand down on Danny's wrist. She flinches, gazing at him in surprise. "You're warm. Like, normal human warm."

"What?" Tucker reaches out and lays his own hand on Danny's shoulder, fingers brushing his friends neck. "Dude, I didn't think that flowers actually boiled your blood." He hissed, voice low and tainted with urgency as he turned to Sam. "You need to find that flower."

"I never would have guessed." Sam snapped, snarling through her teeth as she frantically flipped through each page. There was no unusual disturbance in the old pages, no blaring sign there was something between the pages. She had to go through it page by page.

"Bad news." Jazz muttered. Danny could hear the guilt in her voice but there was something guarded there too.

"Worse new than this?" Danny huffed, the fire thrumming in his veins was getting worse. The flower had to be in that book. Logically, he knew he should leave while they found it, but he didn't know how well his legs would work and he didn't want to find out.

"A-listers incoming." Jazz said in lieu of answer.

"Fuck."