Get That Out Of Your Mouth (You don't know where it's been!)

The Ol' Run Around (And How Actions Have Consequences)

Honest to all those dumb ancients out there, Danny has got to stop pulling dumb stunts like that.

Head down, on all fours with his head buried in the worn carpet, he thought for a moment that his heart might be beating fast enough to match someone who wasn't half-dead. Hell, his lungs even burned from running the distance up the stairs and past the crowd of teens. At the time, going intangible seemed to be a little easier while he was already invisible, so going through them like he was nothing more than a cold breeze hadn't seemed so bad.

Now, visible and feeling like the room was spinning, he regretted the split-second decision.

Cracking an eye open, Danny surveyed where he ended up after his unfortunate sprint into the hotel.

He was in a room, one of the stupid fancy hotel rooms that would have been so much fun to tear up if Sam and Tucker were there with him.

He bit his cheek at that, frowning as he let himself drop the rest of the way to the ground to settle on his back. There's no reason for him to start feeling homesick when he's only been away for half a day, and it wasn't until roughly three hours ago that he fell into this world. And besides, spring break only started the day before yesterday, so he's got plenty of time to mess around while he's stuck here.

Yeah, Sam and Tuck are probably already trying to figure out where I went! Besides they're both smart enough to have a plan before they go jumping into weird portals, so worse comes to worse I'll just need them to bail me out of here!

He sounded resolute about it in his head and nodded up to the ceiling as if to certify the plan.

The cream-colored paint on the ceiling looked back down on him indifferently.

Danny Fenton was alone in a hotel room with only his own ragged breaths to break the aching silence.

Maybe he could show Tucker and Sam around the city when they get here.

"Ugh, this sucks so much-" Danny groaned out to himself, pressing the palms of his hands into his eyes, and blinked away the white spots as he pulled them away, instead trying his best to keep his arms from buckling too violently against his own weights when he pushed himself into a sitting position.

A twinge of a headache makes him think that maybe the disappearing act wasn't one of his best ideas, but he couldn't just let Lancer catch him with his metaphorical pants down, and those two other students just would not let up .

"Those guys were weird, too, and I don't even know what rich kid had such a bad attitude about? Plus his friend kept trying to keep me from leaving, that's all gotta lead to red flags right?" Danny shuffled through his bag as he muttered to himself.

Wonder duo there really put him on edge, between the prodding jokes and the near interrogation the Damian guy tried to drag him into at the end there- well let's just say he'd rather avoid the two if possible.

Out of his bag, Danny pulled out his PDA again, and frowned at the non-responding screen like deliberately ignoring the thing for the last couple hours was going to recharge it. His black mirror reflection stared back, looking almost as tired as he felt.

He shoved the dumb thing back into his bag, this time shoving a hand in and unzipping one of the inner pockets.

Once again, Danny has two options.

One: knock out on the floor for the foreseeable future, and hope he isn't found by staff long enough to get enough energy to operate as a normal person again. With this one, while he'll still be feeling like he went another round with Parah Dark, he'll at least have some ecto-dejecto to use for emergencies.