After a clash with Danny Phantom, Vlad Plasmius phased through the manor walls and descended inside. With a weary sigh, he reverted to Vlad Masters.

Exhausted didn’t even begin to cover it.

Running VladCo, juggling his role as mayor, keeping his ghost identity hidden, and plotting to conquer the Ghost Zone—all while dodging Danny’s interference—was wearing him thin.

He dragged himself to the couch and collapsed onto his back, staring at the ceiling as he rubbed his aching head.

“What a day.”