Bits and pieces of colour flew through his sight. He was alone, standing in a field that was not quite right, although he couldn't place what exactly what was wrong with it. He looked around, searching for something else, someone else, but to no avail. Then she was there. She stood in front of him, her red hair long enogh to reach the tall grass. He looked at her face, expecting to be comforted but there was nothing there. A large gaping hole where a face would be was present. Soon, the rest was gone too. Dust fell on his now shaking hands. He heard a voice in the distance. Turning to face it, he could hear it clearly, but no words made sense to him. He tried to cry out, to talk to the voice, but his was gone, and no sound came out. He closed his eyes, clutching the dust scattered on his hands, as if that would help. But nothing more happened.

Danny shot out of bed, heart racing from the dream that was already slipping from his memory. He quickly slowed his breathing, not wanting to alert his older sister that something was wrong. She was in the dream. Her face, however, wasn't. And then she... Danny tried to quickly remember the other details, but nothing else came to memory. He glanced at the window beside his bed. Still dark. He layed down on his bed, and tried to go to sleep. He was unable to for the rest of the night.

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"Danny?" A voice came from outside of his door. "Are you ready to leave yet?" It was Jazz speaking.

"Yeah, almost." A tired voice replied. Danny tried to sound as awake as possible, but he wasn't sure if it had worked.

"Bring your suitcase downstairs then. When are Sam and Tucker coming over?" She asked. Danny thought for a moment, and then realized he hadn't texted the two the time. He quickly grabbed his phone to tell them to come over. "Danny?"

"Yeah, they're almost here," he lied. "Traffic's... bad?" He finished lamely. Danny could hear his sister chuckling through the door.

"Well, tell them that they can eat here. I made waffles."

"Okay." As his sister walked downstairs, Danny texted his friends about the breakfast. He stood up shakily, taking a second to balance himself, and took his suitcase downstairs. Before he left his room, he grabbed his empty backpack and filled it with some ghost gear. A Fenton Thermos, some wrist rays for his friends, the usual. Slinging the pack over his shoulders, he made his way down the staircase, bumping the suitcase down on every step. Jazz was in the kitchen cooking and didn't stop him, and who knew where his parents could be.

Placing the heavy suitcase by the door, he took a second to smell the scent of waffles wafting in the the room over. He really was lucky to have a sister like Jazz, even though she could be overbearing. The door to the house then suddenly opened, and his two friends burst in, interrupting his thoughts.

"Hey Danny! How are you?" Tucker shouted. Danny winced slightly from his volume. They arrived much faster than he had expected. Tucker must have somehow gotten a ride with Sam.

"I'm good, you? And how are you, Sam?" Both teens being addressed affirmed they were well.

"Are those waffles I smell? And bacon?" Inquired a hungry Tucker.

"Yeah, nothing like the sweet smell of animal cruelty. Delicious." Sam replied. Danny swooped in before it could turn into a full fight.

"Don't worry Sam, there's a vegan option too." Danny told her. She looked happier at hearing this.

The three walked to the kitchen, where Jazz was. The scent of waffles drifted through the air along with the sizzling sound of bacon being cooked. A plate could be seen on the table, already almost full. The boys eagerly filled their plates before eating.

"Sam? I was just about to cook something for you, but is there anything specific you want?" Asked Jazz.

"I'm not that hungry, oatmeal is fine." Jazz smiled and took out some oats. Sam sat down next to her two friends, plugging her nose to avoid smelling the bacon. She waited for them to finish scarfing down tgeir food before speaking, but it disn't matter as Maddie and Jack Fenton burst into the kitchen. Jack was practically bouncing up and down, failing to contain his excitement. Maddie whispered something to her husband, who then left the kitchen, aleit slightly disappointedly. He could be heard in the distance performing loud checks on various ghost hunting items. Maddie then walked to where the table was, and sat down.

"Jazz, are you really sure you want to come on this trip?" She inquired. "Your decision seemed rather sudden. If you feel obligated to spend time with your family-"

"It's not that." Jazz replied suddenly. She then seemed to realise she had cut her mother off, and tried to recover. "I just... you know, wanted to get away from the house?" Her reply sounded more like a question and she reprimanded herself internally. Her mother sensed that something was off, but recognized it was not the time to say anything. She turned her attention to Danny and his friends as Jazz turned away akwardly. Tucker and Danny had finished eating, and Sam picked up on the tension in the room. She couldn't detect what it was from, however. Jazz walked over to her, but a bowl of oatmeal on the table, and quickly left afterwards, without an explanation. And if a tear left her eyes after, no one saw.

A/N

Almost two weeks later, and the chapter isn't as good as I wanted it to be. It was supposed to be longer, but I wanted to put something else put. I'll try to update faster next time, but it probably won't happen. Thank you to anyone who read the chapter, or reviewed, or even followed. As always, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. I want to improve my writing so the story is actually readable.

'Till next time.

(I reread this chapter after having it in a draft for a while and the beginning of the chapter is not related to infinity war I haven't even seen the movie)