"How do you know?" asked Tucker.

Vlad looked around the basement. "I recognize these cobwebs anywhere!" he replied. "This is where Maddie and I and Jack used to do our science before they let us occupy one of their science labs!"

"You mean-" began Sam.

Vlad interrupted. "We're in Wisconsin U."

"Who are Maddie and Jack?" asked Paulina.

Dash responded: "Fenton's parents." Sam and Tucker just looked at him. "What?"

"Okay, but how are we getting out of here?" cut in Valerie, who rattled the door.

"Anyone know how to pick locks?" asked Tucker. No one nodded or said yes. "Then-"

A high-pitched whirr sounded and the door exploded away from them. Cut to Valerie, lowering her still-smoking arm-mounted blaster.

"Let's go," she stated.

. * . * .

The cold was so potent, Danny felt the frostbite setting into his fingertips. Spots obscured his vision. He blinked, then blinked again, and again. But they remained: Green lines, orange dots, purple flickers, gold stars; he couldn't see.

His hand met some kind of resistance, like water but without gravity- a portal!- then it was gone and he was through it and he still couldn't see and the cold was at its peak and-

But he was home.

Home sweet icy wasteland-

Wait.

. * . * .

Jazz knew from the constant lecturing she received from her parents the symptoms of overshadowing. Floating and ectoblasts were a dead giveaway.

There were also minor things, too. Like the glowing eyes- eye, in this case (why only one? Mom and Dad never mentioned that) and the voice (Wes-Kitty's voice- there was something off about it. It wasn't that there were two voices speaking at once, nor an echo, nor some otherworldly effect about it; Jazz couldn't put a finger to it).

Also, the fact that he/she/they were utterly decimating both Nocturn and Walker at the same time! Single-handedly. Jazz watched, wide-eyed, at the display. She could hardly believe it. She could sort of believe Kitty beating Walker (Danny had beat him plenty of times; it was plausible, Jazz supposed, that Kitty had some previously undisclosed fighting prowess). But Nocturn! One of Danny's hardest foes at present, he'd told her. Wes-Kitty was handing them their asses-

Ans Jazz was sat there gaping, twiddling her thumbs!

She turned to the now-still forms of her parents. She ran to them and rummaged in their pockets. Knowing them, they would have- Yes! From her mother's pocket, Jazz drew an absurdly large ecto-blasting gun.

Setting herself on one knee and the gun on her shoulder, she aimed down its sights.

The recoil slammed her onto her back. Wind rushed from her lungs; her ears rang.

"Good shot, Jazz!" cheered Wes-Kitty, from above. She looked at him- her/them/it?

Floating feet above her, he looked like an angel of death, what with the halo of ecto-fire backlighting him, the ruins of one wall caving into the others, the unconscious- can ghost be unconscious?- forms of Nocturn and Walker floating in the primordial soup of the Ghost Zone.