Superstitions

Chapter 3: Murphy's law

As Danny said, he was all night on the lookout. There and there he heard some sounds in darkness. Danny was on guard every time he heard something, but every time it was just an animal, fast opossum, searching for food, or loud bats, screaming in the dead of night. One small badger, taking all it's bravery, even came right to their camp, sniffing the air. Phantom stroked little animal on the head, earning soft growl.

"Hey, bud, are you hungry?"

Badger made another sound, which Danny took as yes. He took a piece of rabbit and gave the food to the animal, which it gladly accepted and started to chew.

"Do you know any settlements nearby?" Phantom asked. Great, now he talks with a badger. That's how bored he is. Badger looked from his food and shook his head. Ghosts can talk with animals, in a sense. Animals can't speak, so the sign language is the best salvation of communication problems. Danny sighed and lied on the grass.

"I could use some company here, ya know," badger turned on his back. Danny laughed and stroked his belly. Bucefal came closer as well, asking him to stroke him as well.

Phantom looked at his sleeping companion. Danny watched Sam's chest slowly rise and fall and noticed how the moonlight was shining in her slightly dirty hair. Glossy, raven black hair and violet eyes. They made a beautiful combination, especially with her. Flames between, he sure will miss this girl.

His thoughts were interrupted by rapid shaking. Danny looked at his thermos, annoyed.

"Let me out, whelp!" Skulker shouted from inside, knocking on the walls of thermos.

"Sorry, Skulker, but we are currently in another time because of YOU," Danny said, shaking metal device, "now would you kindly to be quiet, hm?"

"Why should I?"

"Alright, I will let you out, but you will get back home by yourself," Skulker was quiet for some time.

"Give me some food at least"

-Later-

Sam woke up, sniffing the air, filled with delicious smell. For a moment, she was confused, why such a smell fills the prison. Then Sam started to recall yesterday events, unsuccessful execution, escape and the one who helped her to run away. She scratched her eyes and opened them. Danny was currently making breakfast, smirking slightly at her.

"Looks like I found the way to wake you up," he said. There was a little pile of wood, with a smooth stone on it. Danny was frying eggs he collected on this improvised frying pan, "there are still some mushrooms and berries for you"

Sam got up and took some wild strawberries, lying on the tree leaf.

"How long exactly it will take for us to get to your grandmother?" Danny asked, using sharp stick as fork.

"Depends. About five days, maybe," Sam answered, "If nothing will happen, that is," Phantom immediately facepalmed, surprising her.

"You just needed to say that," he shook his head.

"Why, is something wrong?"

"Well, now it is. NOW I'm sure that something will happen. Stupid Murphy's law, why can't you just leave me alone..."

"What is Murphy's law?" Sam asked, stopping his rant.

"It says: 'If something can go wrong, it WILL go wrong', some think it's just a superstition, like walking under ladder or breaking the mirror. But I know better, my whole life follows this rule," it raised another question in her head, one very important.

"How old are you? You have old man hair in your...other appearance," Danny chuckled.

"I'm sixteen," he said, "Plus, white hair don't mean old age. Some people are born like that, Albinos, if I'm not mistaken. I'm neither of that, I just have white hair"