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Sands of Time: Chapter ThreeChapter IIIThe journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.~Mar family mottoJak cursed, bringing his hand up to his face in the feeble attempt to block out the sun as his vision wavered. Three hours of walking and it had finally reached it peak, much to the trio's dismay. It was unusually quiet in the desert - the only noise was feet moving across the sand, and wings beating sluggishly in the stale air. Naturally it was Daxter who broke the silence, as Jak nearly stumbled from shock."AUGH!" he burst out, stopping to grab at his goggles. Pecker swiveled around to stare, too fatigued to be annoyed at the sudden stop. "I can't believe the city friggin' did this to us! We saved those lowlifes!" Jak opened his mouth to retort, but found his mouth to be too dry. Daxter turned to face his friend and recoiled. "Hey, uh, you okay Big Guy?"Jak found himself sinking onto the sandy ground, as Daxter worriedly scampered over. His vision was going black
DP: Battle WoundsJack Fenton cursed, while his large fingers shifted through the contents of his refrigerator. "Come on, come on. I know you're in here somewhere..." Where did all the fudge go? He swore that there was a full container of it in there earlier that afternoon - unless of course a ghost stole it."Damn those ghosts."Inwardly Jack winced and took back the harsh words; okay, so maybe all ghosts weren't bad. Just most of them.But old habits do die hard apparently, and Jack had found himself mentally scolding himself all day for his bitter thoughts.It had been three weeks since the Disasteroid incident and yet the man was still having trouble adjusting to the fact that Danny was a ghost - er, half ghost. Not to mention he was Danny Phantom, the same Danny Phantom that Jack swore to rip apart, molecule by molecule.For the love of God... He threatened to destroy his own son.Jack attempted to swallow the funny feeling in his stomach- self loath