Jazz looked at her father, watching him draw shapes onto the papers in front of him, writing by them measurements.
"I don't understand it!" He finally said, turning to Jazz. "The Fenton Portal hasn't reopened for years…Yet you say you just saw a ghost come out of it."
Jazz nodded solemnly, her tangled red hair up in a long ponytail. The 27 year old teen turned as she heard a scream.
"One minute, Dad." She walked over to the stairs railing, then yelled down it.
"MICHEAL! YOU LEAVE KETA ALONE!"
"But Mo-om, I didn't do—"
"Moommmyyy! Mikey is pulling my pigtails!" A higher voice screeched.
"When you stop calling me Mikey then I'll stop pulling your hair!"
"OW! Moommmyyy!!!"
"Michael!" Jazz hissed angrily. Silence fell over her two children; seven year old twins Michael and Keta.
She turned back to her father.
"She only said a couple of things before she left the lab," Jazz began, "The first was clear as day. She was crying and wailed, 'The one I loved was unfaithful, and I am lost, lost lost'. The last thing she told me was her name."
Jazz took in a breath, and Jack leaned in to hear what his daughter was about to say.
"Her name was…"
Jazz had gasped, watching the girl step out of the ghost zone. The doors slammed behind her, and the dead teen watched the mother with an empty sorrow residing in her eyes.
"What's—Who—"
"The one I love has been unfaithful, and I am lost, lost, lost!"
The girl wailed, a high pitched sound. Jazz flinched.
"Who are you?"
She waited for her response.
"My name?" The women asked. "I am known by many names in the Ghost Zone. The Knife Bearer, some know me as….But my true name is…"
Meanwhile, in the present
"Vertacius." Jazz finished. "Her name was Vertacius."