Kindred Spirits Complete

March 4th, 2004.

The whole town remembers it well. It started off slowly, as any day tailing the end of winter's breath might. It was partially sunny, but bitter cold, holding at 29 degrees for most of the day. It wouldn't warm up for long.

It was 32 degrees when the streets screamed to life.

Maybe around 4pm, perhaps closer to 3:45, no one was really sure, an ambulance and Amity News 4 bolted down the main drag of the city. Past the library, past the highschool and into the residential area. The Baxter household heard the sirens from their living room, saw the lights from the bay window, and charged their way out the door. Accidents didn't happen often. Even less frequently were ambulances summoned.

So when the screaming van startled the neighborhood out of its winter daze, multiple homes emptied and the sidewalks thundered to life. Everyone wanted to see. Everyone wanted to know. Be it Small Town Syndrome or Train Wreck Syndrome, everybody and the stray cat population followed the ambulance's path. Excitement was a luxury. No one knew what to expect, no one knew where the ambulance was headed. The initial reaction to the Fenton residence being bathed with red and blue light was...well, impassive at best. As the camera crew set up, townsfolk started griping.

"Maybe they finally blew themselves up."

"Oh, I wish."

"Maybe the girl fell down the stairs."

"I bet they got tangled up in that stupid fishing pole...what was that called?"

"Who cares? If it'll keep them from shooting at my lawn gnomes, then I say, good riddance."

"You know, they ruined my birdbath last week with their 'car.' Completely destroyed it."

"Oh, please, Mrs. Manson. It was an ugly birdbath."

Speculation funneled along the typical path of small town gossip as the EMTs rushed into the house with the stretcher. It was several minutes before they returned, in a hurry, their haul actively emitting smoke. The town observed the girl hopping up into the back of the ambulance with them, and saw the Fentons standing on the curb. Shock was only briefly plastered on their faces, the bane of Amity Park stricken silent for about a minute before they faced eachother, loudly announced "IT WORKS!!" and bolting back into the house. It was then that everyone realized. It wasn't the sister, the mother or the father going out.

It was Danny Fenton.