Danny wasn't done throwing up. God, he hadn't even eaten anything before coming here, and he still wanted to keep throwing up. His mouth tasted absolutely vile, to the point where he just wanted to grab a bar of soap and chew on it for fifty years. But eventually, he managed to stop...

Only for Rich to grab his arm, and haul him away.

"H-Hey, what're you--" He started, before covering his mouth. The suddenly motion triggering another wave of nausea, which he valiantly tried to force down. "S-Stop moving, before I--" Nope, his stomach was hurting again. The teen closing his eyes tight, as he tried really hard to force the bile down. God, please, not in front of everyone.

He opened his eyes again, gazing at the lightning in the distance. Until finally, his eyes landed on the girl.

"Hey, who's--"

And the familiarity hit him, like a truck. A familiarity he couldn't place, that stopped the bile dead in its tracks. His stomach felt heavy, like he'd just swallowed a rock. Every muscle in his body going tense, as a chill shot up his spine, and made him shiver.

He glanced down at his mouth, expecting something to happen. But even if the sensation was familiar enough... nothing. Nothing happened.

His ghost sense just went off. But also didn't.

And he couldn't understand why.