"KYAAH!" Jazz shouted as she woke with a start.

"My sentiments exactly, miss Fenton," Lancer quipped testily.

"Huh?" Jazz looked around, confused. Her parents had just run out of the house, saying something about a huge spectral storm forming. She immediately worried for Danny...even though he didn't know that she knew his secret, Jazz figured that she could still check up on Danny and make sure he was okay under the pretense of making sure he was doing his punishment. But as she was making her way over to Maple Street, she'd been accosted by a ghostly knight. She tried fighting back, but before she knew it she ended up here...somehow.

'Why am I back in school? Who was that knight? Where's Danny?'

"What...what happened?" She muttered.

"You dozed off in class, again," Lancer answered curtly, "just as I was about to return last week's essays, which, incidentally, you did rather poorly on. Maybe you should take a leaf out of your younger brother's book, miss Fenton."

"A leaf out of...Danny's book?" She said slowly. Lancer rolled his eyes.

"Quite. As you are undoubtedly aware, Daniel is one of only a handful of students ever to pass through the doors of Casper High to be eligible to skip a grade. You, on the other hand, are struggling to maintain the GPA required to graduate. I would say that attempting to imitate him would be a good idea." He slapped an essay with the letter 'D' written on it in bold red pencil onto her desk, turned tail, and crossed the classroom to hand back another student's paper amidst the snickers of the other pupils.

'I'm...failing school? WHAT? When did this happen?' Luckily for Jazz, she wasn't actually as dumb as Lancer seemed to think she was, so she knew better than to explode aloud.

'I bet that knight had something to do with this...I have to wait and learn more about what the heck is going on here.' Aloud, she simply nodded and muttered an apology, and spent the rest of the class trying to figure out just what had happened since her battle with the ghost.

Unfortunately for her, she wasn't able to keep her concentration on the fight during the rest of the day. It appeared that she was close to failing every single class. And if that wasn't enough, it looked as though Danny was some sort of god at Casper High. He was on the dean's list, the football team, and student government. He had a place on nearly every single student organization on campus...in essence, he was living the life Jazz had become accustomed to. She only passed by him in the halls two or three times during the day, but every time it seemed like he was surrounded by a crowd of admirers, and the occasional fangirl. And he still managed to keep his dual identity, if a quick glance at Paulina's ghost-boy locker shrine was any indication.

By the end of the day, Jazz was depressed. Very depressed. She slowly made her way home after school, and was treated to a lecture by her parents about how they expected better of her, how she was a Fenton and that meant getting good grades, and why couldn't she be more like Danny?, all in a tone that suggested she'd received the same talk many times before. After that, Jazz listlessly made her way up to her room, lay down on her bed, and cried.

She didn't know what time she'd woken up, but she immediately noticed that the sun had set. She heard her parents running around wildly downstairs until they slammed the front door shut, and then looked out her window and saw them driving away at full speed in the Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle, clearly in pursuit of a ghost. Not having the energy to get up and investigate further, Jazz only hoped that Danny would be able to dispatch whatever ghost was attacking Amity Park even with their parents shooting at him.

Not much time had passed before the Fenton RV slowly made it's way back to FentonWorks. Jazz heard her parents open the door and go down into the basement lab.

Upon hearing this, Jazz knew for sure that something was wrong. Her parents were usually very exuberant after a ghost hunt; even if they failed to capture the ghost, they were passionate about the chase and they always kept up hope that next time they would be successful. This silence...it was unnerving. She was about to open the door and see what had happened, when her mother did the job for her.

"Jazz. Come down to the lab." It wasn't a question. The dead look in Maddie's eyes did nothing to quell the fear Jazz felt clenching her stomach. Something was up. Something big.

She followed Maddie to the basement, where an entire corner of the lab was surrounded by a ghost shield set in reverse. 'It looks like Mom and Dad finally caught a ghost...but which one? And why don't they seem happy about it?'

Jack was standing next to a lab table, going over a small pile of equipment, and Maddie led Jazz over to the containment shield.

"Jazz...did you know that Danny was the ghost boy?" she asked her daughter sharply. Jazz gasped, and Maddie's eyes narrowed.

"Why didn't you tell us, Jazzerincess?" Jack questioned. "How can we trust you now?"

"It's clear we cant trust Danny anymore," Maddie added.

"Wait...you mean..." Jazz sputtered. She broke her gaze away from her parents to look at the shield, and it clicked.

"DANNY!" She shouted, and sprinted towards the corner in which her brother was being held hostage by his own parents. She froze, though, when she heard the signature whine of an ecto-gun charging up. She slowly turned around, and saw Jack pointing the muzzle of one of his guns at her forehead.

"You...you monsters!" Jazz shrieked. "Danny's on the honor roll! He's part of every school club, he's an athlete, and he's a hero! He's done everything right! He's your son! "

"We don't know that," Maddie said slowly. "For all we know, he's a ghost that's taken over Danny's body. Maybe if you had been honest with us since the beginning, we would've trusted you enough to not have to...see for ourselves."

"See for your...you're going to dissect him?" Jazz gasped, her voice an octave too high. "How...how could you?"

"We have to, Jazz," Jack replied calmly. The absolute lack of emotion in his voice, his cold, dead eyes...Jazz knew he was dead serious.

"And for all we know he's been manipulating you all along," Maddie added. Jazz froze.

"That's ridiculous," she spat. "Why would he do something like that, even if he was evil?"

"To get you to let him out, perhaps? Maybe to trick us into believing that he isn't evil by having you say it for him? Who knows? But either way...we can't take that risk," Maddie stated. "Goodbye, Jazz."

Jazz screamed as her father pulled the trigger, and everything became dark.