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Jazz squeezed the steering wheel of the ‘borrowed’ car. Spike was more okay with her taking it than he really should be but when she explained the situation, as far as she could, he said he could just get another from the junkyard. Nice thing about living next to one.
He restored cars these days, not old roadsters or anything, just what he could find. A hobby to help with the depression and anxiety that came with being an American teen. She was glad he took her suggestion but really wished that she didn’t have to take advantage of it.
“Careful there, don’t want to break it,” her new… family said as the steering wheel started creaking. Her brother had ghost powers, she found that out a while ago. She was terrible at helping but she found ways of supporting him. Uncle Vlad turning out to have those powers too had been a shock. As had this whole cloning scheme.
“Thanks Dani, but it should be fine,” she said, even as she eased up on the grip, “Spike knows how to make things tough, he’s a lot rough on this thing than I am.”
“If you’re sure,” she said shrugging her shoulders exactly like Danny. If she wasn’t two years younger and female she could be his twin. Same black hair, same blue eyes, same mannerisms, heck even the same attitude. The only thing separating them at this point was Danny’s obsession with space, and given the similarities between the two of them that would probably change soon.
Breathe Jazz, breath. In and out. Everything would be fine. Her parents would accept Danny, believe him about Vlad, and she would just have a new sister. In her home. Where she did the shopping, and the budgeting, and knew how little of the food she bought could be eaten even days after buying it because of all the ectoplasm. Knew how little room there was in the budget. Knew how little her parents cared about taking care of things.
Maybe the run away screaming plan was the better idea. At least on the road neither of her siblings would need to worry about their food attacking them.
Huh, she just acknowledged Dani as her sibling in her own head. That probably means something about her being accepted into the family. She was always family though, Jazz acknowledged that. It was placement that was the issue. She introduced herself as their cousin when she first showed up, but turning out to be Danny’s clone messed with things. She was still family but was she cousin, clone, sister, something new to unravel. But now Jazz had her answer, when she wasn’t thinking about it Dani was her sister, so thats what she was.
Possibly not the most philosophical or scientific way of doing it but sometimes you needed to trust your subconscious.
The air in the car dropping several degrees was her only warning that their brother had arrived. There was no shift in weight. No slamming of doors. Not even a visual cue to him being there. Though it was followed by a distinct audio one.
“Drive!”
Most people who met Jazz made several assumptions about her. Some were correct. That she was studious. That she was driven. That she was athletic. Others were wrong. Her taste in music, she was a huge fan of punk rock but everyone pegged her as a student of classical music. That she was popular, most people just tolerated her, she honestly had less friends than Danny, which was saying a lot. That she was a careful driver.
No. No that one was very wrong. Her father taught her to drive. Her father only drove two things these days, armoured vehicles and RVs. Back in the day he was a speed freak for high performance racing. Thats what he learned to drive. Thats how he drove the armoured vehicles and RV. Except he had learned to be even more reckless because of the extra mass and armour they had to protect themselves. He was the most reckless driver in the world, and he taught her how to drive.
The scream of the tires as she pulled away from the house could be heard half way across town. It was the only warning anyone in town got before seeing the car speed down the streets and fish tail around corners.
Word spreads fast in Amity Park, it has to with the almost daily city wide emergencies, and before they had even reached the downtown a common call had gone out: ‘New Fenton Vehicle, watch out for a red 1980 hatchback.’
“Danny, what does your parents car look like?” Dani asked form the back.
“Its a big white armoured van with a bunch of satellite dishes, why?”
“Its following us,” she answered promptly.
That wasn’t a good sign.
Despite now reckless he was Jack Fenton was a phenomenal driver when it came to chasing things down. He was more experienced than Jazz when it came to driving. Also they had guns.
“Jazz go straight at the intersection,” Danny said looking at the road ahead.
“Danny thats the back of the mall,” Jazz shouted at him.
“Do you trust me?”
“With my life, little brother,” she said with a sigh, “guess we’re testing that out.”
So she drove straight at the wall. Putting her foot father down on the accelerator instead of easing up. As she did Danny’s hands started to glow with a crystal white colour almost like the sun on ripples over a lake. The glow spread from his hands to the console and slowly around the whole car and everything in it including her. Then all at once it shifted.
Jazz had felt this before. It wasn’t the first time her brother had turned her intangible. It didn’t lessen the vaguely nauseous sensation of feeling like you had been inside out and having someone all at once pull everything back into place. It wasn’t perfectly in place either, as it felt like every piece of her was floating separate from one another. She could only hope this would be quick.
“Jazz go through clothing stores then the grocers,” Danny directed her for some reason, “Dani, grab as much as you can, we’ll sort out what’s usable later.”
Oh. The reason was crime.
“Danny!”
“She only has the clothes on her back,” he said as though it was obvious, “also both of us have like one outfit we wear, we’re gonna need to not look like ourselves if this is going to work.”
Sound logic, good reasoning, well argued on pathos and logos if not ethos. Why did people say her brother wasn’t smart again? Oh yeah, the ghost hunting thing took up so much time he couldn’t study. Well that wouldn’t be an issue for much longer, none of them could study anymore. Come to think of it what had Dani studied before?
Not the time Jazz! Mind on task.
“Grab hoodies,” she said to the upcoming thief.
“Why?”
“They’re good for hiding faces and body shapes and neither of us wear them regularly,” she shouted over the screams of people diving away from their intangible car as she swerved into another of the clothing stores.
The whole escapade was a blur to her, and not just because her brain didn’t like reality being about two inches to the left in a 4th dimension. She was too focused on not driving through too many things and getting out of there quickly to worry about what her sister was grabbing in the back. At least she was mainly stealing for herself.
The trunk was full of go bags she had packed for her and Danny months ago. She knew this day might come. Her parents weren’t the best when it came to overcoming internal biases. She’d even thought about doing it if they didn’t find out. Just kidnap her brother and get him away from that neglectful, abusive, hellhole they called a house. Of course her first thought back then was take him to Vlad but that plan was out the window because apparently the man was fucking insane.
Calm down Jazz, you’re better than this. Focus on driving. Getting out of the mall. Looking after your siblings.
Once out the other side of the mall, her new sister buried under a pile of mismatched clothes, Danny finally released the intangibility. The car jerked heavily from the sudden addition of friction to the fundamental forces working on it, but sped right back up to high way speeds. Jazz felt like all of her organs had cycled outside of her body and were put back into place but somehow better than before.
“They’ll catch up soon, they know how to track ghosts,” Jazz said as she dodged around cars on both sides of the street.
“Oh, thanks for reminding me,” Danny said pulling out a phone, “hey Kitty, remember that favour I said I might be calling in… yeah no, things turned south… the one where I flee town with Jazz… thanks I hope to see you guys to.”
“Kitty and Johnny?”
“Yeah you’re not the only one who prepared for this,” Danny said, “every ghost I’m even on reasonably good terms is escaping the ghost Zone today specifically to mess with my parents.”
“What does that list amount to?” Dani asked from the back. This was getting confusing, they needed new names.
“Johnny, Kitty, Shadow, Youngblood, Wulf, Lunch Lady, Box Ghost, and Cujo for sure,” Danny said listing off the names, “Dora and Clockwork if they have time away from their busy schedules. Sydney if he can get out. And anyone else who people think to tell about me skipping town.”
“Thats… honestly more than I expected.”
“Johnny does whatever Kitty says and Shadow does whatever he says so they came in as a group. Youngblood isn’t really malevolent he just wants to play, so I framed it as a game to him. After the trip to the future I helped out Box Ghost get a date with Lunch Lady, he’s still a pain but he can get in and out of the zone with ease,” Danny explained the hard ones, the rest were at least somewhat his friends.
“Will Youngblood be able to do much? Adults can’t see him.”
As if to answer her question a floating pirate ship appeared over downtown. One exactly how a child would imagine a ghost ship. She had cross referenced the people who had seen it other than Danny, it always looked like how they would imagine a ghost ship in a pirate story when they were kids. It didn’t matter how different those imaginings were, it was even possible that each person saw it differently. It was a platonic object, the very concept of a ghost pirate ship.
The booming of its cannons as it fired into downtown was just barely audible from where they were. They couldn’t see any of the damage it was doing though.
“Aren’t you worried?”
“Everyone agreed to keep the damage to a minimum when I talked to them about it and most ghosts are actually fairly against killing people,” Danny said shrugging, “its the best compromise I have.”
“Hold the phone,” Jazz said in startled surprise, “ghosts are against murder?”
“Their very existence proves life beyond the grave,” Danny said shrugging, “unless your really powerful or sure of yourself you don’t kill if you can avoid it.”
While she pondered that a familiar motorcycle pulled up beside them. Unlike the pirate ship before this motorcycle was a specific make and model which Jazz had been able to track down. She couldn’t recall it at the moment but it had helped in figuring out who they were when they were alive. She and Danny got Kitty a surprise birthday gift a few months back, figuring out when to give it to her was the hard part.
Said biker chick stood on the back of the bike and jumped into the car. Johnny gave a two finger salute before suddenly stopping and turning the bike around 180°.
“Kitty!”
“Hey Jazz, Danny,” Kitty said to the two teens in the front seat, “and whose this?”
“Thats Dani with an ‘i,’” Danny said, “my clone and the whole reason for this debacle.”
“I would put that one your parents,” Kitty said eyeing the girl.
“Oh yeah its their fault,” Danny said, “Jazz and I knew this would happen eventually. We just didn’t know why.”
“Yeah we had a betting pool going with Sam and Tucker,” Jazz said laughing a little, her voice gaining curious lilt for the next statement, “who won by the way?”
“Depends, is this outside forces, Vlad forcing my hand, or me messing up?” Danny asked, “there are other options but those are the ones that seem to apply.”
“I vote Vlad,” Dani said when their brother finished, “he made me so he forced your hand. Don’t give me that look, as if you would let me live on the streets.”
“Well then I win the half the pot and Sam wins the other half,” he said with more authority than he really should, “both you and Tuck thought he was too set on not being outed himself to force me to. Plus Sam wasn’t allowed to win more than half of any pot she put money in on since she was rich enough to just overwhelm the pool.”
“Fascinating,” Kitty said, sarcasm so thick in her voice that it dripped like molasses around her tongue, “but I didn’t jump in here for fun. Me and some of the other ghost decided to throw together a going away gift for you.”
“Really? When?”
“Well you always seemed so sure that if your parents ever found out your were screwed so we’ve been putting things together for a while,” Kitty started, “it was actually a rel issue since we had to make sure it was all small enough for you to take with you if you had to flee by yourself and since you didn’t know if you’d be hiding in the ghost zone we didn’t want anything to obviously ghostly.”
“Thats really sweet of you guys,” Danny said as he turned around to look at the biker chick, “what’s the catch?”
“No catch,” Kitty said looking him right in the eyes, “Johnny and I are open about how we died. You know the life I lived.”
“Our parents aren’t like that!” Danny practically shouted, then more quietly, “at least they didn’t used to be. Not until I told them what I was.”
“Oh Danny, if there like this now they were always like this,” Kitty said putting a hand on his shoulder, “you just never noticed because you fit into there perfect little box.”
“No, no you can’t…”
“Danny, she’s right,” Jazz said, “I’ve looked it up. Mom and dad, they love us, but they are emotionally abusive. Not the worst they could be, there are worse abusers out there, the Mansons actively try to destroy anything Sam is interested in, but they are abusive on some level. If they weren’t we would have never worried about them attacking you if they found out your secret.”
A heavy weight filled the car as Danny went quiet as only a ghost can. No sound escaped his lips and the ambient sounds of the care that passed near him faded as if sucked into a void.
“So where are we picking up his gift?” Dani asked breaking the silence.
“Oh yeah, up at lovers point.”
“Really?”
“Its the one point where Johnny knew you would know what he was talking about.”
Jazz hated this plan. Lovers point was on the other end of town. If what Danny had said was true then there would be as much chaos as possible going on in town. Even with how she drove getting there would be difficult. But maybe there was something they could do.
“Danny pull out the map,” Jazz told her brother, breaking his stupor, “the one of America with meta populations marked.”
Jazz had stashed a few maps in the glove compartment. The general ones of Minnestotta and Wisconsin were obvious. But she also had two maps of the country. The first was one with listed supernatural activity. Places they were likely to find portals if they needed to get to the ghost zone for some reason. Jazz thought it was likely to come up, he might need a ghost doctor at some point. The other map had the cities with the most notable meta populations marked out. She knew Central was the closest but there were others like Metropolis and Gotham on the east coast.
“Got it.”
“The plan was to head south to Central City,” Jazz said, “ we’re going south east now. If we want to pick up your gift we’ll need to go east, through more than half the city.”
“Okay, why the big map then?”
“Central and Fawcett are the obvious places for us to hide,” she said, “big meta populations, no one is going to notice an extra one or two. Do they know about Dani?”
“No, didn’t get to that part.”
“Okay, we make it obvious that we’re going south, then when we can hide we pull a paint job on the car and Kitty drives us to Lovers point, assuming she can drive sensibly. My driving is too distinctive.”
“Then what?” Dani asked in the back, she couldn’t see the map from a sitting position so she was floating next to their brother’s headrest.
“Thats what the map is for, what is west of here?” Jazz said trying to plan a route in her head form what she remembered.
“California,” Dani said looking drawing a line on the map with her finger, her arm passing through the seat and Danny to do it.
“What?”
“California, or Portland,” Danny explained their sister’s reasoning, “if we went south west we would have more options like Las Vegas but due west of here and even mostly west of here put choices are Portland or one of several cities in California.”
“Well pick one of them and we’ll head there.”
“Ooooooh oooooh, that one, pick that one,” Dani said bobbing up and down excitedly while her finger stayed perfectly in one spot on the map.
“Okay, okay,” Danny said laughing at their sister’s antics, “we’ll be going to Star City Jazz.”
“Noooo,” Jazz’s cry surprised Kitty as it seemed to come from no where, “you’ve already corrupted her haven’t you.”
“I’ve known her for like a day,” Danny said, “I can’t have convinced her to go to space with me already.”
“Why else would she pick a city based solely on the name Star City if she wasn’t as space obsessed as you?” Jazz was out and out whining. Kitty was sitting in the back totally confused.
“It sounds pretty,” Dani harrumphed as she fell back into her seat.
“What is going on?” Kitty asked, still confused at the older siblings antics.
“Danny wanted to be an astronaut before accident,” Jazz explained, “still would if not for the whole saving the town every other day thing.”
They probably would have continued the conversation if they didn’t here the large distinctive crash behind them. Checking the rear view mirror Jazz saw her parents barrel into the street. Their mom was leaning out the side of the van holding ecto-rifle.
“Kitty Dani get down and stay out of sight,” Jazz said as she floored the gas pedal, “we don’t want them knowing about either of you. Danny, now would be a good time for. A plan.”
“Where are we going?” Danny asked, pulling out the map of Amity.
“We need a warehouse or something where we can quickly change out the colour,” Jazz explained over again.
“Yeah I was hoping you had one in mind!”
“Any of them!”
“Does it matter how we get there?”
“At the moment I care more about the Van shooting lasers at us!”
“Alright,” Danny said as there was a bright white flash around him. Jazz saw not her human brother next to her but Danny Phantom, the ghostly guardian of Amity park. She felt a sudden jerk as the car completely changed its direction of accelration. Then she lost control of the car. Not in a bad way, they were still travelling the same speed and direction, but the wheels weren’t contacting the ground.
Her brother was lifting the car in the air. Her brother was lifting the car from the inside. Her brother could not see their parents, who were shooting at them. That meant her brother couldn’t dodge the ecto blasts from the rifle. Ecto blasts would not be effected by his intangibility. Her brother was an idiot who just took away their best defence.
“Jazz, covering fire!”
Even as Danny yelled at her inaction Jazz was pulling the ecto-balster from the cup holder it was in and popped the door open.
Among the people who regularly helped Danny she was known to be the worst shot, even Tucker had a better time hitting the ghosts than she did. When tested on the range she was the best aside from Danny. She had the most training in the weapons, their parents insisted they knew how to use them. The issue wasn’t aiming, it was timing and experience, she most often shot Danny instead of the ghost she was trying to hit. Danny wasn’t there to get in the way this time.
A single neon green blast fired from the pistol. The recoil was negligible since it was an energy blast, she didn’t need to brace her arm to get the same shot twice over. She didn’t need to this time.
***
Maddie smirked as whatever shot the ghost possessing Jazz had made went wide, it would have barely hit her hair if she didn’t have her hood on.
Pop, fsssssssssss.
Maddie turned to look back, the ghost hadn’t been aiming at her, it had been aiming at the tires on the GAV. It hadn’t missed.
***
Jazz let off another few shots, just enough to have mom have to get back in the van to be safe from dad’s reckless driving.
“While I’m doing this you think you can make the car invisible Dani?” Danny asked his younger sister.
“I’ll help,” Kitty offered before Dani had a chance to reply.
The young ghost girl looked grateful that the older one’s offer before concentrating a crystal white glow like the one Danny used before. It spread over the car patchily until Kitty added her own grey glow in. Once everything was covered Dani took a breath and nodded to Kitty.
Everything was black. She could still here things but she couldn’t see anything. Normally when she closed her eyes even in pitch darkness there were little sparks of light flashing around. Not now. Everything was total darkness as if light did not exist anymore. If not for the sounds of the other people and things in the car Jazz would be worried about having died or fallen into an endless abyss.
It felt like an eternity but was likely less than a minute before she felt the familiar jerk of the car being set down. She heard a simultaneous sigh of relief form the other three occupants before she was blinded by light from her vision returning. It lasted only a second, her eyes were still adjusted to the right light level, they just had to get used to light being there again.
“Okay everyone out, Danny cover the windows, tires and anything else important to keep paint off, Kitty pick some colours, Dani grab a stencil, lets make this car unrecognizable,” Jazz directed everyone.
The muddy red car needed to look different. It couldn’t be too distinctive though. Jazz had a few colours of spray paint, a shinier red, a dark green, a few different shades of blue, hot pink, and orange were the cans that were mainly full. She had avoided black, white, and neon green since those were the colours associated with her brother.
Spray painting went amazingly quickly when you had three people who could fly and didn’t need to breathe. Jazz had expected it to take a few hours and them to be leaving under cover of night when she first made this plan. It only late in the afternoon, not even early evening yet. The car had gone through a complete, if odd, transformation in just over an hour. Each panel of the car was sprayed a different colour, one door was orange, another was green, and the other two were hot pink, the hood was one shade of blue while the roof and trunk were a different one with a red racing stripe. The one consistent thing was a green meteor stencilled across the lower half of both sides.
“See you have corrupted her,” Jazz said when she was finally allowed to see the car, “now both my siblings are going to go to space and never return because the only human need they have left is social, and they can give that to each other.”
“Can you guys not argue while smiling like that?” Kitty asked from the corner where she was changing into some of Jazz’s clothes. Her signature style was too recognizable to have her be seen driving around town with comment.
The two teens without a word turned to stare at Kitty. Perfectly in sync so their eyes would lock on hers in the same moment. This was especially creepy since Kitty was behind Danny and he had to turn his head at an angle that no human could to look at her.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get creepier,” Kitty said shivering.
“Our parents are ghost hunters,” Danny offered, “we learned to be creepy real fast as kids.
“Lets just go before Boxy shows up,” she said instead of trying to address the fact that Danny was creepy before becoming a ghost.
Despite her punk nature Kitty was a careful driver. The town passed by without incident for them. There were several around town. Jazz had a front row seat to many of them as they passed by, since the two halfas were in the back. Notably Red Huntress chasing Cujo, a pair of 30ft tall monsters (one made of meat, the other of shipping containers) performing an impromptu kaiju battle, and a dragon ransacking a bunch of dress shops. Even avoiding all those it didn’t take long for them to reach their destination.
Lover’s point was the highest place within Amity Park city limits. It looked out over the whole town. It looked quite pretty and quaint from this far away. If not for the multiple monsters fighting in the street and the numerous high energy lasers and ecto blasts being fired everywhere one might even be able to believe it was a normal town.
Johnny was leaning against the guard rail watching the road waiting for them to come up. Surprisingly he wasn’t alone. Standing next to him in a signature black suit and cape was Nicolai Technus, one of Danny’s enemies. Possibly a third ghost, possibly nothing, was next to Technus, hiding under a sheet.
“Hey babe,” Johnny said as soon as he saw Kitty, “ what in gods name did you do to that car?”
“It needed to look different, so I made it look different,” Kitty told him, “Dani do you want to do the honours?”
“Let me get the stuff out first,” Danny said quickly pulling things out of the back seat and trunk, “we can fix the seats easily but I don’t want to try and clean everything.”
Once out of the way Dani placed a hand on the car, which Jazz just noticed was still wet with paint, and transformed. The white rings didn’t stop at her though, they went over the whole car, and all of the wet paint fell off and onto the ground. The car was back to being its original muddy red colour.
“Ahem,” Technus drew the attention of the group over to himself, “Ghost boy, we’ve never been on good terms. But you did free me, the great Technus, from my prison, even if by accident, so I, Technus, would like to repay you by helping free you from yours.”
With a broad flourish Technus pulled the sheet off of the large object he was standing next to. It looked like a car engine if their parents had designed it. White and silver with what were clearly ectoplasm tanks on the side, if not for them it would be much smaller than the engine currently in the car.
“This is an ecto-engine,” he explained, “it runs off of ectoplasm so you shouldn’t ever need to pay for fuel more than what you need for yourselves. If you would allow me I will use my mastery of technology to modify your vehicle to hold it.”
“He’s not pulling your leg Danny,” Johnny said noting the apprehensive look on her brother’s face, “he really just wants to help.”
“Well if it helps it helps,” Danny said looking Technus in the eye, “I’d threaten you but with the thermos but that seems callous. Instead, I’ll ask you to give the panels a black paint job so we won’t have to drive an ugly car all the way to the west coast.”
“You have plans?”
“The car will be full of our ectoplasm,” Danny deflected, “I’ll be able to change the colours by transforming it like I did the ecto-skeleton. It’ll make us less recognizable if the car is a different colour entering and leaving the city. Not to mention having an inconsistent number of people.”
Both the engine and the car began to glow in ectoplasm's signature green colour as Technus began his work. The entire car was torn apart, not destructively but each piece as separated, and began to float around him. Some began to change shape as they moved while others just moved faster or dropped off the side. All of the body panels took on a silver white colour as the twister went on. Slowly things began reconnecting into larger and larger objects until a car started to assemble itself before them again.
“Speaking of ghostly tech,” Jazz said as he finished making the car, “hey Technus, a going away present of our own.”
The ghost seemed confused as the human girl tossed the ecto-guns at at his feet.
“Mom and dad can definitely track those,” she explained, “so anyone who knows we left with them. They’re very distinctive. But they can’t track us if we don’t have them.”
“Can I have one of those,” Johnny asked from nearby.
“Eh, go ahead, as long as we don’t have ‘em it’s fine.”
“That reminds me!” Kitty shouted, “Technus wasn’t the only one with a going away gift for you guys, we’ve been working on this for a while.”
Half the gift was handed to Jazz. A few stacks of papers on ghost biology, or so one of the stacks said. There were two copies, the first was in english, the second wasn’t. Jazz assumed it was a second copy at least, she couldn’t read a word of it. It looked like it was written in a ghost language given the samples she had seen from her parents. For all she knew it could be a children’s story to teach you to read.
The other half was dropped on Danny’s shoulders. It was a leather jacket, black like his costume. Though would that make it turn white when he transformed?
“The Jacket was my idea,” Johnny said ruffling Danny’s hair, “its not normal leather see, it’s a special ghost material. Don’t know how they make it, but it connects to your core and changes its shape to match it.”
“I had the more practical though of getting him a rundown on ghost health,” Kitty said rolling her eyes at her boyfriend, “most ghost have to figure it out on their own but get to do so within the safety of their lair. It was a hassle finding anyone who had actually studied it enough for them to have written it down.”
“Nothing for me?”
“We didn’t know you existed until a few hours ago squirt,” Johnny said kneeling down, “but if you’re ever back in town, and old enough that your brother and sister won’t kill me for it, I’ll teach you how to ride a motorcycle.”
“I, Technus, have completed your rad new vehicle,” the ghost said admiring his work.
The car was no longer an early 80s hatchback but was a sleek 4 door sports car looking thing. Instead of the dumpy lines the car had originally the whole thing was slick and low to the ground. The trunk was somehow made larger while still giving the back seat a bunch of room for people with long legs. All of the in the car had received an upgrade, which meant the radio was actually working again. To top it all off Technus had given it the white paint job that Danny had asked for making it look like one of those ‘this is the future of cars’ pictures from the 80s and 90s.
With one last round of goodbyes the Fenton siblings loaded their stuff into the trunk and set off. The ghost attacks had calmed down and a dark sky rose over the town, stars just barely visible, as the lights of the houses began to turn on as well. Everything they could see was covered in a soft orange glow as took their last look at the town they had called home for so long faded into the distance.
Jazz sighed as she drove into the setting sun, and for the first time since Danny told her he was planning on coming out to their parents she smiled.