The next day Jazz grabbed her backpack and keys on the way to the front door, and saw Danny happily strapping on his skates. She didn't like it. Something that expensive didn't come with no return address...something about this was not right, and she had do act on it.
"Danny," she leaned on the railing. He looked up at her just as he finished tightening the last strap, "Are you sure you don't want a ride?" He shook his head and stood, rather clumsily, on his new blades.
"Thanks, Jazz," he grinned, "but are you kidding? I have to try these babies out!" He grinned and modeled a little, admiring his newest possession.
"Look, Danny," Jazz said nervously, "I've got a bad feeling, and I don't know why." Danny stopped admiring and focused on her.
"You do?" he asked. She nodded.
"Yeah. Please promise me that you will wear All of your safety gear and be really careful." He nodded.
"Sure Jazz."
"Promise," she said, staring at him intently.
"Okay, I promise," he replied. She sighed in relief.
"Thanks Danny."
"No prob," he watched her as she walked past him to the door. "Hey, Jazz," he called after her. She looked over her shoulder.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for looking out for me," Danny smiled. She returned the smile .
"Well, you are my little brother," she checked her watch. "I'll see you at school," she said as she closed the door, and waved.
"Bye!" Danny said, and reached into the box and pulled out a black helmet with a red stripe, perfectly matching his skates. "Cool," he smiled and strapped it on. He hadn't known he's also gotten new safety gear too. He'd forced himself to stay away from the box all night, so he didn't focus on his gifts instead of getting much needed sleep. He found some knee pads, and some elbow pads in there as well. Grinning at his newly coordinated red and black look, he went over a mental checklist for Jazz.
"Okay, I have my helmet, my elbow pads, knee pads...All I need now are some wrist guards, right," he bent over and rummaged around in the box, finally coming out with some deep red, fingerless gloves. "Score!" he grinned as he opened the bag and grabbed the gloves. Tossing the bag in the trash, he shoved his hands into them, and grabbed his backpack.
"Right, I'm outta..." he faded off, and put his hand against his head and another on the wall as a bout of dizziness suddenly washed over him. "Woah, what was that?" He shook his head and stood away from the wall. Whatever it was, it was gone now.
"Danny?" His mom came into the room, "If you don't leave, you'll be late," she said. He glared at her.
"I'm fine, mom," he said, and rolled towards the door, taking out the remote to the mechanics on the blades.
"Do you have all of your safety–"
"Yes," he said, exasperated at her needling, and rolled out the door.
"Well, bye!" His mother called from the door. "Hmm," she thought. "He must be having a bad day." As she turned to leave, Jack came running upstairs.
"A positive ectoplasmic energy source and a negative ectoplasmic energy source just separated right here in this house! They had to be canceling each other out, which is why we didn't notice it before!"
"Let's find that source!"
"We can't," Jack sighed "As soon as they were separated, the positive source melted and dispersed. Apparently it needed the negative energy to remain stable." He sighed. "We were just lucky I was watching the gage at the time. We haven't used this one in so long, I was afraid it didn't work and was about to fix it when it started going haywire." He sighed. "Maybe I was wrong after all, I'm going to take this apart and see." He said as he pulled out the circuit board, and the green light coming from it faded. Maddie followed him into the basement to help.