p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Chapter 2: Hope/spanspan id="docs-internal-guid-f9098486-7fff-faa8-c1bb-f1b5be7eee13"/span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Jazz decided to take a break from her studies and was down in the kitchen. It has been a pretty slow day no ghost as far as she could tell. Maybe she'd make Danny and his friends' sandwiches while she was down here. Yeah, that's what she would do. he really needed to eat more he was too skinny. Then she heard it, a strangled scream. It was coming from Danny's room! Jazz dropped your sandwich that she was making end quickly bulleted up the stairs taking two at a time. Then Jazz heard a second scream. It was horrible, completely blood-curdling. It was coming from Sam, of that she was sure. She was now just down the hall. she heard sobs and dry heaving coming from her little brother's room. She made a quick stop at her room to grab the Fenton peeler because she thought something was very wrong./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"With some trepidation, Jazz opened her brother's door and nearly buckled at the sight. Tucker's stomach seemed to still be trying to empty itself even when there was nothing left. and Sam was curled in on herself bawling hard. But worst of all was Danny lying on the carpet. There was ectoplasm splattered all around him and pooling beneath him. his eyes were gone and he looked half-deflated like all that was left was his skin like all the bone and muscle tissue had dissolved. Jazz immediately rushes to Danny's side and falls to her knees which quickly soak up the ectoplasm. But, she doesn't care about that right now. That's not important! She calls out to him. He remains unresponsive. She feels his wrist but he has no pulse. She begs him. And still nothing. She holds onto his corpse tightly./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"strong id="docs-internal-guid-88ee1130-7fff-3f0c-34bd-ba3830fac5e1" style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Minutes pass, the room is all mostly silent. Tucker has stopped dry heaving. But Sam has not stopped crying and Jazz had begun crying. But then, the window shatters the silence. and there stands skulker. a wild grin on his face. He knocks Jazz off of Danny's body leaving her in a slight daze. He then proceeds to pick up Danny and wring out his corpse. Jazz watches in horror As the remaining volume leaves Danny. Now, he is quite literally an empty pelt ready to be treated. Jazz realizes this must be what's Skulker wanted all along. He's always been going on and on about finally getting Danny's pelt. And now he's about to. Her little brother's dead! /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Skulker then throws Danny over his back. This seems to jerk Sam out of her daze. She gets to her feet. She readies her wrist blaster. Her aim is true. It hits skulker square in the chest causing him to stumble back. Then Sam barrels into him as she screams, "You killed my best friend!", causing him to stumble even more. All the while he jostles the hide. Jazz watches the hide. Something small and blue slips out of its mouth and rolls over to her. She recognizes it for what it is and quickly pockets it. It trembles in her hand. She has to keep her emotions passive on the exterior. Skulker then throws Sam into a wall, knocking her out cold. He proceeds to laugh end Phases down through the floor. Likely to exit through their portal./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Tucker tries to shake Sam awake. Now that both the threat and their friend are gone. But, Sam is definitely down for the count. She'll also have a nasty concussion. He would just have to wait for her to come to. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"strong id="docs-internal-guid-6e3a3ae1-7fff-7a0c-2825-561d541a36bf" style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Jazz, can you help me get Sam on D-Danny's bed?" Jazz nods wordlessly. She also didn't want to end on the floor. Jazz reaches over to grab Sam's legs, while Tucker grabs her shoulders while cradling her head. And they both hoist her up on Danny's bed. And try to make her comfortable. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I can't believe he's just gone! I couldn't even do anything! Jazz, he was fine one minute and gone the next! All because of that fucking dart! And that deranged hunting-obsessed maniac! I can't believe he finally got his pelt. We'd always joke about it, but we never actually believed it would really happen! I just can't believe… I can't... I" Tucker's lamenting soon melted into sobs. Jazz walked up to him end gently grabbed his shoulder. Tucker looked up at her. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I couldn't say anything earlier; I couldn't let him know; he might have shattered it. I couldn't let that happen. I just couldn't." Jazz mumbled. A stray tear rolls down her cheek. A few more follow. Tucker looks up at her with a wary expression. Then Jazz pulls out the orb. It had gotten a little dimmer, and its glowing faded a bit. But it still quivered as if afraid. It had every right to be after what happened. Tucker looks at it. Then his eyes light up and recognition./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" He asks, " is that…"/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Yeah, yeah, it is. It fell out of his mouth and rolled over to me when Sam tried to attack Skulker." Jazz's lips quirked up in a sad smile. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "I bet Sam would get a kick out of that." Said Tucker distractedly. But, Jazz ignored her and continued. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""We need to do something, and we need to do it fast! it's dimming and quieting!" Jazz shoots up and rushes down to the lab, Tucker stumbling after her. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Jazz is already rummaging through the lab drawers by the time Tucker gets down. There has to be something! There's going to be! It's fading! Jazz looks up and notices him. She looks at him desperately./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Tucker, can you think of anything that can help. Anything!" Jazz is shaking his shoulders. Tucker thinks on it./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""There might be something if it's still around. I know Danny kept the original formula for emergencies. I don't know if Danny told you about how Vlad tried to clone him. But one of the clones was unstable. He used your parent's experimental serum To make her stable. It healed her. it might just work." Tucker explained; his eyes were filling with determination. It gave Jazz something to latch onto. And by God, she was going to make sure this worked! It had to! /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Jazz, grab a jar! I remember now! he keeps the vials he makes in his wall! Darn it, Danny! And grab purified ectoplasm. We might need it!"He shouted at her as he rushed back up the stairs taking two at a time. Jazz rushed over to the cabinet and the fridge. First, for an empty jar. Then for the purified ectoplasm samples. This will work! She soon ran after Tucker to Danny's room. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"strong style="font-weight: normal;"br /br /strong/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Jazz hands both jars to Tucker. He immediately starts to work. "Jazz, do you think you could get his room in some semblance of order while I prepped the jar?" She looked down at the carpet. Well, that's completely trashed. There's no way we'll ever get the ectoplasm out. She rolls up his carpet. And proceeds to bring it to the curb. When she comes back up, she returns with cleaning supplies end scrubs the ectoplasm out of his floorboards. Then she vacuums up the shattered glass from the window. She's not really sure what to do about that. Maybe Sam and Tucker have an idea? She then moves his dresser to hide the gaping holes left from where Tucker was hunting for the vials. She looks around and thinks it looks pretty okay aside from the broken window. Jazz pulls of the orb and looks at it; it flickers. They were running out of time!/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Jazz, you have it, right? It's ready! It needs to go in!" Jazz walks over to the desk. She proceeds to drop it in the jar. They both watch it nervously. It brightens. Danny's core was going to be okay. Danny would be OK. They would get through this. Now all they had to do was wait. They both look over to Sam to see she is still asleep. It's been a stressful day. The core shuttered./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"To be continued /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"~SkwrlettSkwrl/span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Jazz decided to take a break from her studies and was down in the kitchen. It has been a pretty slow day no ghost as far as she could tell. Maybe she'd make Danny and his friends' sandwiches while she was down here. Yeah, that's what she would do. he really needed to eat more he was too skinny. Then she heard it, a strangled scream. It was coming from Danny's room! Jazz dropped your sandwich that she was making end quickly bulleted up the stairs taking two at a time. Then Jazz heard a second scream. It was horrible, completely blood-curdling. It was coming from Sam, of that she was sure. She was now just down the hall. she heard sobs and dry heaving coming from her little brother's room. She made a quick stop at her room to grab the Fenton peeler because she thought something was very wrong./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"With some trepidation, Jazz opened her brother's door and nearly buckled at the sight. Tucker's stomach seemed to still be trying to empty itself even when there was nothing left. and Sam was curled in on herself bawling hard. But worst of all was Danny lying on the carpet. There was ectoplasm splattered all around him and pooling beneath him. his eyes were gone and he looked half-deflated like all that was left was his skin like all the bone and muscle tissue had dissolved. Jazz immediately rushes to Danny's side and falls to her knees which quickly soak up the ectoplasm. But, she doesn't care about that right now. That's not important! She calls out to him. He remains unresponsive. She feels his wrist but he has no pulse. She begs him. And still nothing. She holds onto his corpse tightly./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"strong id="docs-internal-guid-88ee1130-7fff-3f0c-34bd-ba3830fac5e1" style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Minutes pass, the room is all mostly silent. Tucker has stopped dry heaving. But Sam has not stopped crying and Jazz had begun crying. But then, the window shatters the silence. and there stands skulker. a wild grin on his face. He knocks Jazz off of Danny's body leaving her in a slight daze. He then proceeds to pick up Danny and wring out his corpse. Jazz watches in horror As the remaining volume leaves Danny. Now, he is quite literally an empty pelt ready to be treated. Jazz realizes this must be what's Skulker wanted all along. He's always been going on and on about finally getting Danny's pelt. And now he's about to. Her little brother's dead! /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Skulker then throws Danny over his back. This seems to jerk Sam out of her daze. She gets to her feet. She readies her wrist blaster. Her aim is true. It hits skulker square in the chest causing him to stumble back. Then Sam barrels into him as she screams, "You killed my best friend!", causing him to stumble even more. All the while he jostles the hide. Jazz watches the hide. Something small and blue slips out of its mouth and rolls over to her. She recognizes it for what it is and quickly pockets it. It trembles in her hand. She has to keep her emotions passive on the exterior. Skulker then throws Sam into a wall, knocking her out cold. He proceeds to laugh end Phases down through the floor. Likely to exit through their portal./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Tucker tries to shake Sam awake. Now that both the threat and their friend are gone. But, Sam is definitely down for the count. She'll also have a nasty concussion. He would just have to wait for her to come to. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"strong id="docs-internal-guid-6e3a3ae1-7fff-7a0c-2825-561d541a36bf" style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Jazz, can you help me get Sam on D-Danny's bed?" Jazz nods wordlessly. She also didn't want to end on the floor. Jazz reaches over to grab Sam's legs, while Tucker grabs her shoulders while cradling her head. And they both hoist her up on Danny's bed. And try to make her comfortable. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I can't believe he's just gone! I couldn't even do anything! Jazz, he was fine one minute and gone the next! All because of that fucking dart! And that deranged hunting-obsessed maniac! I can't believe he finally got his pelt. We'd always joke about it, but we never actually believed it would really happen! I just can't believe… I can't... I" Tucker's lamenting soon melted into sobs. Jazz walked up to him end gently grabbed his shoulder. Tucker looked up at her. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I couldn't say anything earlier; I couldn't let him know; he might have shattered it. I couldn't let that happen. I just couldn't." Jazz mumbled. A stray tear rolls down her cheek. A few more follow. Tucker looks up at her with a wary expression. Then Jazz pulls out the orb. It had gotten a little dimmer, and its glowing faded a bit. But it still quivered as if afraid. It had every right to be after what happened. Tucker looks at it. Then his eyes light up and recognition./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" He asks, " is that…"/span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Yeah, yeah, it is. It fell out of his mouth and rolled over to me when Sam tried to attack Skulker." Jazz's lips quirked up in a sad smile. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" "I bet Sam would get a kick out of that." Said Tucker distractedly. But, Jazz ignored her and continued. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""We need to do something, and we need to do it fast! it's dimming and quieting!" Jazz shoots up and rushes down to the lab, Tucker stumbling after her. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Jazz is already rummaging through the lab drawers by the time Tucker gets down. There has to be something! There's going to be! It's fading! Jazz looks up and notices him. She looks at him desperately./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Tucker, can you think of anything that can help. Anything!" Jazz is shaking his shoulders. Tucker thinks on it./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""There might be something if it's still around. I know Danny kept the original formula for emergencies. I don't know if Danny told you about how Vlad tried to clone him. But one of the clones was unstable. He used your parent's experimental serum To make her stable. It healed her. it might just work." Tucker explained; his eyes were filling with determination. It gave Jazz something to latch onto. And by God, she was going to make sure this worked! It had to! /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"strong style="font-weight: normal;" /strong/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Jazz, grab a jar! I remember now! he keeps the vials he makes in his wall! Darn it, Danny! And grab purified ectoplasm. We might need it!"He shouted at her as he rushed back up the stairs taking two at a time. Jazz rushed over to the cabinet and the fridge. First, for an empty jar. Then for the purified ectoplasm samples. This will work! She soon ran after Tucker to Danny's room. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"strong style="font-weight: normal;"br /br /strong/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Jazz hands both jars to Tucker. He immediately starts to work. "Jazz, do you think you could get his room in some semblance of order while I prepped the jar?" She looked down at the carpet. Well, that's completely trashed. There's no way we'll ever get the ectoplasm out. She rolls up his carpet. And proceeds to bring it to the curb. When she comes back up, she returns with cleaning supplies end scrubs the ectoplasm out of his floorboards. Then she vacuums up the shattered glass from the window. She's not really sure what to do about that. Maybe Sam and Tucker have an idea? She then moves his dresser to hide the gaping holes left from where Tucker was hunting for the vials. She looks around and thinks it looks pretty okay aside from the broken window. Jazz pulls of the orb and looks at it; it flickers. They were running out of time!/span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Jazz, you have it, right? It's ready! It needs to go in!" Jazz walks over to the desk. She proceeds to drop it in the jar. They both watch it nervously. It brightens. Danny's core was going to be okay. Danny would be OK. They would get through this. Now all they had to do was wait. They both look over to Sam to see she is still asleep. It's been a stressful day. The core shuttered./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"To be continued /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"~SkwrlettSkwrl/span/p