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Jazz Fenton
"Danny, he's escaping downstairs!"
"Hold on," his muffled voice came from the box he was trapped inside. He blasted out with an ectoblast.
"We left Lillian downstairs!" I yelled, remembering our cousin. I ripped open the door and Danny followed flying right behind.
We got to the bottom and found Lillian on the floor, passed out.
"Fear my boxes of Doom!"
"Lillian!" I ran over to see if she was okay. When I got over, I checked her pulse and checked her over for bruises and cuts. She seemed fine, just unconscious.
"That's it Box Ghost," Danny growled, going over to the blue lover of all things square. "You hurt my cousin."
"The Box Ghost did no such thing! Feel my boxes of doom-"
Danny sent a powerful ectoblast, cutting off the ghost and throwing him against the wall. "Never mess with my family." He punched him hard. I ran over, pulled out the Fenton thermos and sucked the beat-up ghost into it before Danny could do some permanent damage.
Danny transformed back into a human. "That was close." He ran over to Lillian and I followed. "Is she okay?"
"Yes, she seems to have passed out but-"
The door flew open, and Jack in his orange jumpsuit popped out. "Ghost?!" He shouted before tripping and falling down the stairs.
Maddie came next, holding a large blue gun. "Where's the ghost?" She ran down the stairs, hopping over her fallen husband. She turned left and right, pointing the gun everywhere. "Where are you hiding?"
Michelle came next. She spotted her fallen daughter. "Lillian!" She ran over to us and knelled down next to her daughter. "Is she okay?" She asked, running her hand through her daughters hair.
"She's fine," I said reassuringly. "We should take her upstairs and put her on the couch, though."
Dad and Mom were still searching for the box ghost, so Danny, Michelle and I carried her upstairs. When she was almost there, she fell from our arms onto the floor with a thud.
"Whoa, what just happened?" Danny asked, picking her back up.
"It was almost like she just fell through my arms," I said. We picked her up again and laid her down, propping a couch pillow under her head. "All she needs now is rest."