Hi. Again.
SO I GIVE MY THANKS TO THE THREE BEAUTIFUL REVIEWERS WHO HAVE GIVEN ME MOTIVATION TO WRITE. AND I'll add that I changed the summary. Still the same idea but more simply worded.

Maddie was in the car driving home from the hospital. The radio got annoying quickly, as the only things it was offering to hear were ads or the latest news in politics that she did not care about. So, it was not long before the radio was turned off and she had begun to think in the silence of the car. Her most relevant thought was about the sarcastic statement she had made about how her family was most likely panicking. That was probably somewhat true. Maybe not the 'holding a funeral' part but it may have been somewhere closer to a inside silent panic. Maybe it was not panic her family was feeling but more of a sense of foreboding sense which spelled bad news and death.

She was feeling quite guilty too. The guilt was about the fact that she was gone at the hospital for over half a day and she never had called her family to tell them that Danny would be just fine after some treatment and time to heal. Jazz and Jack were probably assuming the worst news, too.

After all, the whole family was woken up by Daniel's scream that came from the lab at a late night hour. The power went out before she and Jack could make it to the lab so they continued in the dark. The scene they were met with made them glad they had sent Jazz to find a phone to use to call for help for two different reasons. One was being that the phone would not work due to the power outage. The second one was what the accident had done to Danny.

The lab was lit with a dim, supernatural green light that came from the portal. The portal that was actually working. Maddie should have been happy one of her life-long projects was actually working but the scent of burnt flesh didn't even let her register that the fact. Danny was laying on the floor, shaking by one of the lab tables he probably tried to use as a support, and breathing shallow breaths that were few in between. The HAZMAT suit he wore did not look quite right either. The black glove that was supposed to be on his left hand was melting off along with part of the sleeve to reveal nasty burns.

After seeing her son like that, she wouldn't blame her family if they were assuming the worst.

The thought ended with Maddie was wishing that in the half-awake rush to become presentable, to prepare the paperwork that a visit to the ER might need, and to follow the ambulance to the hospital via speeding car that she had remembered to grab her phone off of its charger. Maybe to make up for it she'd buying her husband some fudge to make up for it. And while she was at it, she'd buy Jazz that book she said she wanted.

Jack Fenton was as terrible at waiting as he was impulsive. In other words, he was incredibly bad at waiting. And in his life he had learned that some things he had to wait for were worse more than others. Depending on how bad he wanted the thing he was waiting for was, it would determine if he would slip into one his quiet, bad moods. The long hours he had been waiting for his wife to come back with news on Danny made him remember the fact very well.

And so Jack, who made a move out of character, decided to distract himself by doing something productive. Better he be a moody person who was busy than to be a moody person who would ruin everything. There was also the possibility he would even work the bulk of his bad mood away.

When Maddie had left in the mad rush that the events of last night created, Jack as not left without a task. Or at least his own self assigned task that he would have to submit to his employer soon, regardless. But he didn't begin it immediately, Jack had let the initial shock the whole ordeal to wear off for himself and Jazz before he had asked if she had knew anything about why Danny was even at the lab at a late night hour. That began his productive streak.

To his mild surprise, his daughter did know something.

Her story went that last night she had caught Danny, who was sneaking out of his room and was going for the stairs. So Jazz had asked him where he was going. Her brother had told her that he wanted to make a gesture to cheer up his mom and dad after their first failed attempt to activate the portal. An elaboration being that he wanted to clean the lab. Jazz decided to let him go forward with an act of kindness that she thought would not harm anybody.

So Jack dedicated some time to comfort his daughter. Jazz had felt guilty about letting her accident-prone brother into a dangerous place like the lab.

After the father-daughter time, a exhausted Jazz had went back to bed while Jack became focused on his matters concerning work. Which he nearly never did.

Though, Jazz said Danny was in the lab. And Jack knew that the portal certainly wasn't functioning when he came in. Somehow the portal to the Ghost Zone was opened during Danny's accident. He would try first to find out how that had happened. It would also be nice to know if it was the portal itself or any of the other high-voltage equipment the lab contained that hurt Danny. So when the power came back online, he tried to do this by checking the footage on the cameras, the goal to see how the portal was activated. One fruitless hour in total was how long Jack bothered with trying to retrieve the lost footage of whatever had done Danny before and during the accident. There was no footage. There were no answers.

The conclusion was that the cause of what caused the portal to activated would be a mystery unless Daniel could come and tell them himself how it had happened, if he even did know how it was achieved. Jack moved on from trying to identify the cause of the portal's activation to making a collection on the notes they had on everything of the Portal. No, they did not know the cause of how it activated after the first attempt failed but, the open portal was a valuable gold mine of data nevertheless. One hour itself was spent documenting the first failure. Two hours were spent on adding the updated surplus of notes onto the already running entries of notes they made on the portal. Wanting to waste more time, he took the liberty of adding his own theories, opinions, and comments to the notes. It may have been daybreak when Jack finally got tired of sitting at his computer in the lab so he went ahead and sent the updated collection of work to his superiors from the GIW.

He then proceeded to go to bed. The term 'went to be' was nothing less than literal here, of course. Indeed, Jack Fenton did go to his physical bed and laid under his covers in the dark with his eyes closed but it never got much further. That 'going to bed' was just that. Even with the attempt that was made, ultimately he did not sleep.

He got up eventually, the time was around two hours before noon at this point.

He got up for Jazz. He would make her a breakfast, he decided. Nothing fancy of course, but something to brighten up her day. Like a bowl of their favorite flavor oatmeal with a side of annoying dad jokes. Jack doubted that she had gotten much sleep either, so maybe they both could do with a light atmosphere to relieve tension.

The morning had melted into the late afternoon by the time Maddie pulled into the driveway. And when she stepped out of the car without a face that suggested she had cried in the past five hours, Jack's mood improved significantly.

He could expect good news if his wife was not sobbing. That meant that their son was not dead.

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Let's play 'spot the really lazy ending'. Oh! And then we can play a game of of 'I make the most creative games/game titles' and 'author hopes that people like this'.