I had a better idea for this chapter, so I apologize if me totally rewriting it caused any confusion. I hope you enjoy!
Sam frowned as her friend raced up the stairs, shouting for his parents. What was the big deal? Besides the initial shock she felt fine, and could see just as well as before. She was about to rush after Danny when a figure jumped in front of her vision, and Sam started back, shocked.
It was the grey person with the long hair. Her expression was one of surprise and excitement, and she was talking rapidly without a word reaching Sam's ear.
She was about to ask who the grey person was when something clicked in her mind. The grey person had long hair with a band in it. The grey person was tall, stood in a particular stance, and had a very similar face to Danny, or one of the other Fentons.
Sam felt her eyes widen. "Jazz?"
The grey figure stopped talking and nodded her head earnestly.
"You're serious?"
Though Sam couldn't hear a word Jazz was saying, she could clearly read an I am from her lips.
Sam opened her mouth to speak, but there was an interruption from upstairs.
"I can't find my parents anywhere, Sam! Sam!"
"I'm fine!" Sam shouted back. "I'm with Ja-"
Sam blinked as Jazz started waving her hands in a frantic fashion.
"What?"
"Nothing!" Somewhat creeped out by the events taking place in the lab, she made for the stairs. "I'm coming up!"
Jazz followed, and Sam couldn't quite form the words to stop her. She skipped up the steps and into the living room, where Danny was frantically running in and out all the doors in a vain attempt to find his parents.
"Hey, Danny!" Sam caught her friend's shoulder. "I'm fine. I don't think we need-"
"Whoa!" Danny started back, and Sam thought he had spotted Jazz.
"Did you know-"
"Uh, nothing!"
Sam's eyes followed Jazz as she walked right between the two of them without Danny so much as flinching. Then she cleared her throat. "You are totally lying to my face. Spit it out."
"Well..." Danny rubbed his neck as Sam crossed her arms. "You see, um, your eyes-"
"What about them?"
"They're, well..." Danny felt around for a mirror on a side table. "I'll let it speak for itself."
Sam stared into the mirror, and it did not take long at all for the problem to present itself; her eyes were green, and not in the normal way. They were a glowing ectoplasmic green like Danny Phantom's.
"Huh?" Sam rubbed her eyes. "Wow. Um. I hope this is temporary. My parents are going to kill me!"
This might explain how she could see Jazz and Danny was seemingly oblivious; a situation Sam had not fully comprehended the gravity of.
"You think you're in trouble with parents?" Danny groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. "Okay, uh, plan. We go bowling, you go home and if anyone asks lie and say it's a... it's a small, off-duty Czechoslovakian traffic warden."
Behind Danny, Jazz rolled her eyes.
"Is that the best lie you've got?" Sam couldn't resist an eye roll of her own. "Look, I can just wear sunglasses or something."
"All the time?"
"Shut up." Sam headed upstairs, Jazz following closely behind. "I'll get ready and we'll go in a few minutes, okay?"
She raced up the stairs and into Danny's room, where it was easy enough to find a pair of sunglasses. In front of a mirror, she stared at her neon green eyes before trying on the shades. It seemed to work fairly well, so she turned around-
-And nearly had a heart attack at seeing Jazz standing directly behind her.
"Whoa!" Sam jumped back. "Don't scare me like that!"
Jazz backed off sharply.
Sam spotted a notepad and pencil off to the side. "Look, is there something you're trying to tell me?"
She offered the notepad to Jazz, but she made no move to take it. Sam dropped the paper and to her dismay it went straight through her.
"Sam!" Danny shouted from below. "What are you doing up there? We'll be late!"
"Coming!" Sam looked back at Jazz. "I'll, um, figure out something later."
Then she sped out of the room, skipped down the steps and joined Danny at the bottom. He raised his eyebrows as he looked at Sam's disguise.
"We really should have talked to my parents. Maybe we should call them. Yeah, we should-"
"Danny, it's fine." Sam adjusted her shades, her eyes glancing over to where Jazz was standing. "Who knows, maybe green eyes aren't so bad after all?"
After a hesitation, Danny turned and opened the door, and the two of them walked outside. Danny rushed over and opened the driving seat door to the Fenton RV.
Sam stopped in her tracks as she watched a man with a suit, top hat and a grey face walk past the Fenton residence. Another sat shivering on the front steps, wearing little but a tattered grey dress.
Both the figures were in complete greyscale. They were greyed out, just like Jazz.
"Sam?" Danny called. "You don't look so good. Are you sure you want to go?"
Sam hesitated. Her friend really couldn't see the greyed out people, which meant she was either going crazy, or perhaps it would have been a good idea to ask Jack and Maddie about the green eyes after all.
"Sam?"
"What? Oh, I'm fine." Sam hurried up and jumped in the front seat. "I'm more worried about your driving."
Danny broke into a grin. "Oh, yeah! You haven't driven with me yet, have you?"
"I've heard about it from Tucker."
"He's exaggerating." Danny happily inserted the key into the ignition. "Besides, that was while I still had my permit."
The car stalled.
"How did I do that?" Danny reddened. "Uh, I mean, I've heard those stig-shifts stall a whole lot!"
"Isn't this an automatic?" Sam reached for her seatbelt.
"They can stall too! Uh, I think..." This time, the car started. "Anyway, off to bowling!"
The four passengers drove to the nearest alley.