Dan was a bit shocked that Danny had actually transformed in front of Valerie, but he didn't let it show. And then a sense of gratitude flooded him again. Ah, so this was how much Danny wanted to get rid of him? The boy must have loathed him, scorned him to such a point that he didn't even care who he transformed in front of, as long as Dan was gone and exterminated.

It felt nice to know he was cared for. He laughed heartily and turned to Valerie, gesturing between Danny and him.

"Now then Valerie. Before you shoot...would you care to think about who exactly it is you are shooting?" His face suddenly grew solemn, his eyebrow cocked. "Because I'm not quite the malevolent ghost from nowhere you think I am. Take a wild guess at who I am, hnn?" he said playfully.

And finally, he turned to Misha, sweet-haired Misha. "Oh Misha," he said sympathetically, even though his face betrayed his pitiful tone, "I'm afraid we can't. You see, those of us from Amity Park have a score to settle. And at best, you can sit back and watch!" he finished, now gleeful again. He had his arm tightly wrapped around Danny's shoulder in a crushing grip, palling him around like a buddy.

He turned back to Valerie. "You have one guess. Don't waste it," he breathed.