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"We're in the GHOST ZONE!" Jazz said through her quick, panicked breaths.
"Relax, Jazz," Danny said to her, trying not to panic himself as they floated through the glowing surroundings. "We'll be okay."
"Okay? OKAY?" She glared at him, "I don't know if you noticed, but we're floating through the GHOST ZONE with no way to control where we're going!" She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. "At least I can't" she glanced up at him, "can you?" Danny bit his lip and looked around. He couldn't transform right there...and if he used any of his powers in human form...well, that would definitely call attention to him from other ghosts (not that they weren't probably drawing a lot of attention already), and he'd have to explain it to Jazz.
"I...er..."
"The ground!" Jazz interrupted his stuttering. "There is a ground here?" she asked.
"Woah!" They both yelled in unison, as they met the ground personally and hard.
"Ouch," Jazz said, her voice muffled as her face was now in the ground.
"Yeah," Danny stretched his aching neck as he sat up. Of course, he was just glad they weren't more hurt. He'd gone through much worse fighting ghosts... and trying to survive the 9th grade. As they dusted themselves off, Danny looked over at Jazz and sighed.
"Look, Jazz," he said, "I'm sorry."
"Why?" She looked over at him. "It was mom and dad's silly machine."
"Yeah, but I turned it on. And besides--"
"Ahem," A voice came from behind them.
"AAA!" They both screamed and turned around. A tall, pretty, green-skinned girl floated a few inches off the ground staring at them warily.
"Um...Danny?" Jazz practically whispered.
"Yeah?" Danny answered in an equally hushed and tense voice.
"Is that what I think she is?" Danny looked at the apparation and thought to himself: Lets see, she floats, she's glowing, she's green, and my ghost sense is going haywire.
"Yes, Jazz," he sighed again, "She's a ghost."