Jazz had barely been gone for five minutes to fetch drinks and first-aid supplies, but by the time she snuck back to Danny’s room they were all passed out on the floor, exhausted. Tucker hogged the bean bag chair, Danielle sprawled across Valerie and her twin’s laps, and Sam curled up next to Danny and used his shoulder as a pillow.

Setting down her supplies, Jazz shook her head at the empty bed and pulled off the comforter for the snoozing ghost-hunters. After snapping a few pictures with her phone, she sat down achingly in her brother’s computer chain and wrapped herself up in a blanket so she could watch over them.