"How is he?" Maddie opened the door to her son's room to ask Jazz and Tucker, who sat on either side of Danny's bed, "Still unconscious?"

Jazz bit her lip and looked over at her brother's pale face as he breathed slowly. At least he breathed. "Yeah," she responded softly. Tucker, who'd long since changed back into his normal clothing, didn't say anything for once.

Maddie sighed. "Your father and I are still trying to track him…the ghost that hurt him, I mean." Jazz and Tucker exchanged glances and gulped. If Maddie noticed it, she didn't comment. "We've even put off studying the other ghost we captured until we find him."

"That's great, Mom," Jazz said flatly, glaring at Tucker, who tried unsuccessfully to pull off a reassuring smile. "We'll keep an eye on him, okay?"

"I was just going to ask you to, but don't stay up all night." She smiled and walked over to her daughter, bending down to kiss her head. "Thank you."

"No problem, Mrs. F." Tucker waved as she turned to leave after one final, worried look at Danny.

"Don't worry, Mom," Jazz reassured. "You said yourself that he was only unconscious from being overshadowed for a few seconds, so he'll be fine." Maddie's smile returned to her face and with a nod, she slipped out of the room.

As soon as the door closed, Jazz rounded on Tucker. "Way to go, Tucker. Send my parents after him with a vengeance."

"I'm sorry, okay?" Tucker raised his hands defensively. "I mean it's not like I—"

"Ohhh." A soft groan from Danny cut him off.

The squabbling stopped instantly. "Danny!" they both said, smiling in relief.

"Ow." Danny put a hand to his head and looked around through half-lidded eyes, blinking at Tucker and Jazz. "What happened?" Their smiles disappeared, and they both suddenly found something very intriguing on the floor. "Wait," Danny said after a few seconds, his face paling a few more shades. "Oh man, PLEASE tell me that was a dream…a nightmare." He looked over at Jazz, who still wouldn't meet his eyes.

"Um…" Tucker replied, looking around uncomfortably.

"No…" Danny flopped back onto his lumpy pillow, putting his hands over his eyes. "But…what could have caused it? I didn't get anything new today, or put on anything I usually don't…"

"Could someone have switched a magnifier with something you normally wear?" Jazz suggested.

Danny shrugged. "I don't know."

"Then we'll have to scan everything," Jazz sighed. "I'll go tell Mom and Dad you're up, and then I'll get the ecto-scanner. You change your clothes while I'm gone."

"What?" Danny blinked up at her.

"So we can scan everything without your ecto-signature interfering."

"Wait," Tucker spoke up for the first time, "if he takes it off, won't that trap the contamination in Danny?"

Jazz looked down thoughtfully, tapping her lips with her finger. "I think we'll just have to take that chance…if you're willing to, Danny."

"I…er…don't know," Danny sat up slowly, biting his lip.

"I guess," Tucker said slowly, "theoretically, as long as he puts it back on, then it might be like he never took it off in the first place."

"So, we'll just have to give everything back to him when he's done, right?" Tucker nodded. "Okay then, I'll be right back." With that, she turned and walked out the door.

Danny looked over at Tucker with a sigh. "Now I'm actually kind of glad Sam isn't here. Can you imagine how embarrassing that would be?"

"About as embarrassing as you losing your pants in front of the entire school?"

Danny could only glare menacingly at Tucker, who couldn't help but notice that his friend's eyes remained blue.

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"I don't get it," Jazz sighed and held up the blue jeans she'd been scanning. "Nothing."

"Can I have my pants back now?" Danny's irritated, muffled voice sounded from the closet. Tucker sighed, grabbed the pants Jazz had just finished scanning, and walked over to the door, throwing them inside. "Ow! Hey!" Danny growled at him.

Tucker didn't notice. "Nothing. And we scanned EVERYTHING…twice," he commented, frustration creeping into his words.

Jazz sighed and rested her chin on her hand. "You're sure you haven't put ANYTHING on that made you feel strange?"

"No!" Danny growled as he walked out the closet door, only to trip on the hem of his pants, falling to the ground with a yelp and a thump. "I told you." He sighed and pulled himself to his feet. "And you know what else is funny? I went ghost just fine to talk to the twins. It was only after I started talking to them that I...er..." He paused and cleared his throat, "changed," he finished.

"Do you think it might have something to do with them?" Jazz asked.

"I don't know." Danny furrowed his brow. "I don't think so."

"Er, look." Tucker glanced at his watch. "It's kind of late. Mom said I could stay until midnight, your parents sent me home, or you woke up. I'm surprised they even let me stay that late...and that's only because there's no school tomorrow."

Danny smiled up at him. "Thanks."

"For what?"

"For sticking around."

"Hey, no problem," Tucker shrugged. "What are best friends for? Later!"

"Are you sure you don't want my dad to drive you home?" Danny asked.

Tucker paled slightly. "No thanks. It's safer to walk."

Danny chuckled. "See ya later then," he called after his friend, who vanished down the hall. Then he turned to Jazz, who still looked like a statue he'd seen in a museum once, about a man in deep thought.

"Er, Jazz?" He cleared his throat again, rubbing the back of his neck absent-mindedly. Jazz blinked and looked up at him, showing that he had her attention. "How are Sam and Paulina?"

Jazz nodded knowingly before answering. "When I went downstairs, Mom told me that she and Dad got a call from Paulina's parents wanting them to come and check her out. She turned up at the Nasty Burger with no memory."

"That's good," Danny sighed, looking much more relieved. "And Sam?" His sister's cringe brought back every single negative thought he'd had before.

"I've never seen her so angry. She wouldn't talk to anyone, not even Tucker, and just stalked off after Mom and Dad checked her for ectoplasmic residue samples and safety."

Danny sighed dejectedly. "Well, any chance of patching things up just went down the drain," he muttered, sitting down on his bed.

"You know, you can change now."

"Huh?" He looked up, confused and more than a little surprised.

"You can get ready for bed. You don't have to keep wearing your clothes."

"Oh, right." He looked down at his pants and shoes, staring at them for several minutes before he felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked up into his sister's smiling face.

"Danny, don't worry about it now, okay? Just rest. We'll figure this all out tomorrow."

"Alright, Jazz," he sighed again and slowly rose to his feet.

"Goodnight, Danny," she whispered as she shut the door.

"'Night, Jazz."