Night sat on the edge of his phantom-shaped bed. He got up, and planted his paws on the floor. He yawned, then walked out of his room. He went to the kitchen sink, and he brushed his fangs. He then swiftly made some toast and ate it. He was ready for the day. He headed for the door. He went out into the world of the phantoms. "I wish Jammers and Phantoms could just get along..." Night muttered to himself. He walked to the border that separated Jamma and the Phantom World. He slowly set his paws on the border, and then... before he knew it, he was in Jamma.