Sam and Jazz sat side-by-side on the same bed, in the same position, their backs against the wall, both staring at the bed-cover blankly. Jazz had come home in the state that Sam had been when she'd left, and Jack and Maddie were starting to get very worried. A week of all three teens sitting around, doing nothing all day when they were normally so active was starting to get to them.

"We've got to find Danny!" Maddie was saying as she paced the room for what seemed like the hundredth time. "We've got to apologize...even if we don't remember what we said." She looked over at the two girls, who didn't respond. Tucker was sitting on the edge of the other bed next to Jack, all of whom had been strangely quiet. She'd never seen Jazz this...passive before. Suddenly, something clicked in her mind and she rounded on the two girls.

"You know where he is, don't you?"

"He doesn't want us here. He never wants to come back," Sam muttered emotionlessly. She had begun talking when Jazz had come home, but when she talked, she could only babble. Maddie however grabbed the girls shoulders.

"You have to tell me!" she shrieked. The girl's eyes remained unfocused, and Maddie knew she wasn't reaching the teen. Biting her lip to try and keep back the tears and words she wanted to say, she took a deep breath and stood there until she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning around, she saw the massive form of her husband standing behind her..

"Sam," he said calmly, moving his wife out of the way gently. Maddie couldn't remember him talking to the girl like that before, and gave way, slightly stunned. "He's still our charge, at the very least. In the eyes of the court and the country, we have to find him. But far, far more important than that," he glanced back at his wife, "Neither of us could live with ourselves if we didn't do everything we possibly could to get him back, and make sure this never happens again." Something seemed to snap inside the Goth. girl, and she looked up, her eyes beginning to focus for the first time in hours. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but Jazz interrupted.

"I promised," she said. "I never break a promise." She met her father's gaze. "We can't tell you. We promised," she muttered the last two words under her breath, and continued to do so, shaking her head. Maddie felt her intestines start to bend and knot. They were too close to loose him now! Far to close!

"Maddie," Jack turned to his wife, "We need to calm down, and think about this reasonably." She took a closer look at him, and once again found herself surprised. He was shaking trying to control his anger and frustration. Feeling tears come to her eyes, she nodded and they walked out the door.

No sooner had the door closed, then they heard Jack yelling outside.

"At least something's normal again," she grumbled sarcastically.

"We didn't promise not to tell," Tucker spoke up. "Sam and I. We could tell your parents and maybe they could–"

"Could what?" Jazz asked. "Could go there and think that we sent them, and drive him even further away? If that's even possible."

"Woah," Sam chuckled mirthlessly. "That's even more depressing than what I was thinking."

"So you can talk," Jazz said, grasping desperately at straws of anything hopeful. Sam shook her head and didn't answer.

"We have to try again!" Tucker stood up, for once taking the role of the advocate. "We can't just leave him here...right?" His resolve was slowly slipping away, and Jazz could tell. Still, she admired his effort.

"We can't let Plasmius win," Tucker said, almost pleadingly, wanting someone else to take his side. He got the support he needed when someone said:

"An excellent reason." Tucker looked up hopefully at the voice, but the two girls were looking at him, more confused than ever. "Yet another to add to my list."

"Who said that?" Sam asked, glancing fearfully around the room. An African American girl appeared, floating in the air near Tucker. He jumped away from the girl, as she landed, without so much as a movement from her knee-length gray skirt or her hair, that still seemed to float, despite the fact that it didn't seem to blow with her movement, and the passing of air. All in all, she gave off a very eerie presence. Tucker had joined Sam and Jazz, who were stiffly backed against the wall, staring with fear. The girl sighed.

"This is going to be harder than I thought," she muttered, and walked slowly towards them.

"What do you want?" Jazz asked, realizing her desperate lack of Fenton Thermos in the near vicinity.

"I want to help you," she said, making Jazz do a double take.

"Help us...do what?" she asked cautiously. The girl tapped her lips.

"Basically, I don't want him to have to end up like me," she glanced around, and sat down on the bed opposite of them. "I want to help you get Danny back."