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[schrodingersghost]

 [Danny had just woken up with the worst headache of his life.  And all the memories of spending the last week running around the castle as two people.  He groans and slumps down deep into the pillow.  Some days he really hated his life.  Especially the part where he had to deal with it instead of spending the next week sleeping and ignoring the world.  Reluctantly he pushes himself out of bed, cringing at the pain in his head, and starts speaking to himself aloud.]

Okay, Fenton.  Priorities. First, deal with the pain.  Then damage control.

[He reaches for the journal and flips it open.]

Anyone out there have some aspirin?

Sorry for any mental trauma I caused this past week?  Total Accident.  

Can we talk?