"So..." Jazz said as she took the Fenton Thermos, "I guess I can get started now..." Danny flashed a content smile at her, causing her to sigh. "Well then..." She said as she walked over to the outside wall. "Guess I'd better do the whole ghost thing...er...I'm a ghost?" She looked down, shaking her head as her body transformed. "This is just strange."
"You're telling me," Danny grinned at her from the bed. She hadn't realized how stressed he really had been with all of this. Still, she had a bad feeling about the situation...and she couldn't place what it was, or where it came from.
"Well, I guess I'd better get going," she shook off her thoughts, and looked at the wall, hard. Taking a deep breath, she put her hand on it, and stood there for several seconds, before shifting her weight as if to push something extremely heavy. Finally she turned to Danny, who had been trying to stifle a laugh.
"Okay, so how does the intangibility thing work?" She asked, placing an irritated hand on her hip.
Danny straitened his face with great difficulty, and shrugged. "Parts of me go intangible when I'm worried and scared, or tired and relaxed. I don't really know how to explain it."
"Oh," Jazz bit her lip. "Well, then...I'll try to relax." With that, she took a firm stance and a deep breath. "I'm calm," she said slowly. "Calm, peaceful, and I'mAAA!" She screamed as she suddenly fell through the floor. Danny couldn't help but burst into laughter, and walked over to where only her hand lay visibly, clutching for dear life, on the floor of his room.
"What was that!" his mother called up the stairs.
"Nothing!" He yelled back quickly. "Jazz just fell down again." Jazz glared at him, as she crawled back up through the floor, not trusting herself to float. Finally, she stood before him again.
"Well, I'm doing really well," she said sarcastically as she straitened her hair.
Danny chuckled. "You'll get the hang of it," he said with a grin. "I know you will." Jazz smiled down at him, and ruffled his hair.
"Thanks, little bro."
He returned the glare she had given him earlier. "I hate it when you do that to my hair."
"It's not like it isn't already messy enough," she laughed and walked over to the wall. This time, when she put her hand up to it, it fell through, disappearing from view. "Well, wish me luck," she said, and jumped through the wall.
xoxoxox
She hovered for several seconds outside the wall, refusing to open her eyes, for fear that she'd find herself planted face fist into the ground...but when no pain came, she slowly peeked through her eyelids, before sighing with relief.
"It worked!" She grinned at herself, and couldn't help but stick a fist in the air in triumph. With that, she concentrated on moving, and soon found herself flying over a breathtaking view of her home town.
xoxoxo
"Good luck," Danny said, mostly to himself. "Are you going to need it." He watched as she hovered outside, cringing, and obviously scared. Of course, she'd already handled things so much better than he did, even now. Maybe this was how things were supposed to work out.
Through the window, he saw her recover, strike a victorious pose, and fly off.
"FREEDOM!" He said. "I'm free! No more..." He faded off as the room started to get blurry and dizzy. "Maybe not..." he muttered as he fell onto the bed. In moments, he had regained his unconscious state. No one noticed the large figure sneak in and carry the teenager out.
