Chapter 83 - 31
Chapter 31: "The Intern, the Drone, and the Smoked Parsley"
In which Sam's parents discover the battlefield formerly known as their backyard, and I get demoted to intern.
Sam Manson wasn't the kind of girl who bought into mystery mentors, glowing amulets, or vague explanations like "It might shine when danger is nearby... or not."
But here she was, in her room, sitting cross-legged on her beanbag chair, studying a user manual that looked like it had been photocopied from Ghostbusters Monthly and annotated by a ninja monk with insomnia.
The manual, much like her life lately, made absolutely no sense.
"Page 9: If you feel an intense pulse in your spiritual core, don't panic. It's probably just ambient ghost radiation. Probably."
That wasn't comforting.
Still, Sam had read the whole thing. Twice. Highlighted sections. Took notes. Even folded page corners, which she never did unless something was serious. She still half-expected to find a prank from Danny in the back like "Ha! You've been Fenton'd!" written in invisible ink.
But no such luck. Everything in the book tracked with what they'd seen—Danny growing stronger, Tucker gaining muscle at the speed of plot, and herself... well, not hating early morning workouts for once. Something was definitely changing. The only logical conclusion?
"We're in a Power Ranger situation," she muttered, adjusting her black nail polish. "Which means transformations are due any day now."
The necklace Danny gave her was currently hanging from a lamp, catching the soft light of her room. It looked simple—just a black cord and a strange, green-blue crystal shaped like a teardrop.