The Box Ghost's Last Day on Earth

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Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom or it's characters.

Note: After the last chapter, I think it was only fair to warn you that this chapter is emotional. I still found it necessary to include it though. And I hope you agree.

Chapter 20,

Francine tries to get back to sleep, but she couldn't. She was still waiting for Paul to call her with an update. She looked over at the clock and sighed at the time.

Paul left two hours ago. Why hasn't he called?

Francine wondered. She tossed and turned and tossed again, but nothing could relax her. She sat up and tried to read a book, but she simply couldn't concentrate on the words.

She kept thinking about Paul looking for Adam. She wondered if Paul found Adam ODing or using or something worse. What was going on? Where was he? So it is understandable that Francine was grateful when she finally heard the phone ring.

"Paul?" Francine asked, hopeful.

"Um, is this Francine Baxter?" A professional voice said. Francine's heart started to race, but she leaned back onto her headboard and took a breath to calm her shaken nerves.

"I have it in my file that you are the emergency contact for one Paul Baxter." The voice said and Francine lowered the phone for a moment to let herself pant. Once she was steady again, she rose the phone.

"That's correct, I'm his wife." Franny said.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry to inform you that your husband was found DOA earlier this evening." The voice said and Francine's voice hitched. DOA. Dead On Arrival.

"Are... are you sure?" Francine asked, her eyes watering.

"Yes, Ma'am. He was identified by a Adam Baxter and a Sam Jacobs." The voice said. Francine turned her head and whimpered as a few tears fell on her flushed face.

"W-where is he?" Francine asked.

"Currently he is in the Morgue." Francine was in shock. Her body went numb and her brain still couldn't deal with the fact that Paul was actually gone.

"Can I see him?" Francine's voice broke when she said this.

"Yes. You can come down and see him. We have a few things to discuss with you, anyways. The police have a few questions to, if you're up for it." She heard, but she rubbed her face in confusion.

"I'm sorry, was that a yes? Can I see my husband?" Francine asked again.

"I'm sorry, yes you can." Francine nodded even though the person on the phone couldn't see them.

"I'll, um... be there as soon as I could." Francine said and she hung up the phone. Suddenly it seemed as if her room had too much space, and it suffocated her. Her movements were stiff and minimal, like a Zombie-state of being.

She dragged her body to the closet and flipped on the light. Franny threw on a tank top and sweat pants on over her pjs.

She opened her door and her eyes landed on the brief case she kept by the door. And she remembered how, just that morning, Paul ran down and stole the briefcase. She remembered Paul yelling 'I'm touching it'. She looked over at the couch and remembered her, Paul and Tommy watching movies together. Francine looked at the kitchen and she remembered the time Paul scorched dinner because he got too caught up in his blueprints of the cardboard castle he wanted to make Tommy. She got so mad and there was one thing Paul said that made her forgive him instantly.

"I'm sorry, do you like it?" Francine quoted aloud, and she just couldn't take it. She dropped to all 4's and she started bawling her eyes out. She howled in pain, her eyes stung, her heart ached and her body grew sore from the experience. Francine was crying so loudly that Tommy woke up.