The living room was a mess. The walls were covered in scorch marks. The stairs were caved in, and the railing was just gone.
Dani was standing in the kitchen doorway, waving cheerfully.
Danny looked around helplessly. "Somehow, I just know I'm going to have to clean this up. Dani, why didn't you turn off the security system?"
She blinked, eyes wide. "Off?"
"…Why am I the only sane person in this house?"
"'Cause Jazz moved out?"
Danny closed his eyes, turned around and banged his head against the wall.
...which set off the third line of defense.
