The Fenton Portal, too they'd have to scan his left thumbprint into the system. It keyed into Danny's voice already, thanks to his strange connection with Phantom. She and Jack could come up with some device to make it easier– voice capture, maybe. Writing was out of the question, and even typing would be slow. He'd managed with feeding himself and other necessities, but school loomed on the horizon. Her son looked up from his plate of mashed potatoes, which he'd spent the last ten minutes clumsily sculpting into a lunar landscape.ĭanny would be forced to relearn a lot of fine motor skills left-handed. "Danny, sweetie." Maddie clasped her styrofoam cup the hot liquid inside warmed her hands. No cord or cable can draw so forcibly, or bind so fast, as love can do with a single thread.
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