Jazz hummed to herself as she walked up the stairs to her bedroom. She stroked the walls with her fingers, as she walked down the familiar hallway. She passed her brother's bedroom, which was dark inside. She shrugged and figured he must've been in bed. It was past his curfew after all. That's when she noticed the door was slightly open. Confuses as of why, she poked open the door. There, in the middle, was Danny, completely pale, and surrounded by a neatly made circle of ectoplasm that seeped into carpet with an eerie glow. Tears were the first things to come.
"Danny?" She ran to his side. "Danny… wake up!" Her hand was on him. A faint heartbeat. "You're still alive…" But who to tell? A message was written on his hand. Forever asleep… She gulped; only one place would know the meaning. She looked up. "The Ghost Zone…"