AS DREAMS FADE
By Ben King
GBI Case File GBNY-1991-9/300
All rights reserved to Dan Aykroyd, Harold Ramis and Columbia Pictures. This
follows year eight through fourteen (1991-1997) of the Ghostbusters Omnibus
So, it's really come to this then? Funny, you get so used to
something, but time always ensures that nothing lasts...and so do those things
which a man can hold dear. It's not like I hadn't noticed of course, I was slow
off the mark I accept that, I never even really noticed her interest...well, at
least not straight away, and by the time I did, I nearly lost her. But then,
then things had changed, I had truly realized that she was the one I wanted to
spend the rest of my scientific life with...but then something happened, and I
fear I may lose her again, and this time...for good.
faint hum reverberated around the large room, things had grown quiet. Dust
slowly moved past the sunlight that streamed in the windows, it lay in thin
layers across most surfaces, dulling the sheen on the large car's white
paintwork, and covering most of the tables, most. The hum came from on of the
few pieces of machinery still being operated on the ground floor, a old and now
out-of-date PC. It's box design was almost ugly now, but standard at the time of
it's make. The screen glowed with a almost ethereal quality, this glow was
reflected off of the glasses of the person who was using the computer, a
red-headed woman who answered to the name...
"JANINE!" A voice cried from
the floor above. The secretery's hands paused in mid sentence, the small hash
flashed on an off as the computer waited patiently for the next command from
it's user. Janine stared at the screen, frowned and then stood up, pushing the
chair away from her as she walked across the dusty garage to the flight of
stairs up to the floor above.
"Can I help you Dr. V?" She asked, many
years had passed since she had first assigned him that nickname, and she wasn't
about to let it go.
"AH! Janine, I need you to do a favour for me." Peter
Venkman's face appeared in the gap in the floor above, he wore a chesire grin
which must of meant trouble.
"Dr. V, if it's for those magazines of yours
stuffed under your pillow then I'm not doing it." Peter's grin faltered, but his
politician's bravado kicked in.
"Actually no, I need you to grab us a few
things for the fridge...Slimer's eaten all the doughnuts plus all the milk and
cheese." Peter replied.
"Do I look like a green grocer?" Janine asked,
hands on her hips. That was when Peter pulled the proverbial ace from his
sleave, he whipped out a white piece of rectangular paper.
"Do you know
what this is?" He asked, amusement in his eyes. Janine blanched, it looked like
the company chequebook, only used for paying staff and so on, and the last time
Peter had touched it was...well, never.
"What are you doing with that?"
"Well, I thought, that maybe it was about time you were given
a raise...you know, for all you've done for us...like, say picking up some
groceries." Janine froze, she had integrity, she had standards...she couldn't
let Dr. Venkman do this to her...
"I was on my way out anyway, there's no
need to bribe me Dr. V. Though, I know three men who could use some information
to their advantage, information about a certain person's dirty habit, should I
not receive my long promised raise." Janine said, a sly grin on her face.
Peter's grin collapsed, and for a brief second she saw actual fear in his green
eyes, but then he smirked.
"You wouldn't do that." He said.
me, I'll be back in an hour or so, I'd like my cheque before I leave work
tonight." With that, she walked away from the staircase and over to the filing
cabinets, stood between the gate in the office wall and the filing cabinet was a
beaten coatstand, Janine reached up and pulled down her jacket. She then turned
and opened a drawer, extracting her purse. She slipped on her jacket and slung
her purse over her left arm, making sure her copy of the Firehouse keys were
with her. She then crossed the garage, fondly looking at Ecto-1 as she moved she
then paused to unlock the bolt on the door, turned the handle and opened the
door, she stepped out and closed the door behind her, locking it as she
The shrill sound of the phone on Janine's desk
reverberated across the garage, but was unheeded, that is, until a blond-haired
physicist poked his head out from beneath the staircase.
asked. "Janine?" He added. Janine wasn't to be found. He then walked up the rest
of the stairs and across the garage. Unlike his usual uniform, Egon had decided
to wear his usual slacks and pink shirt due to a lack of calls over the previous
few days, business had been tapering off for quite a while, and they feared they
would be shut down for good. They hadn't had much new income coming into the
company account, and they barely had the bills paid as the situation progressed.
He picked up the receiver and listened to the sound of the frantic caller.
"Please calm down madam, can you please tell me what the problem is? Okay, I
see...yes, very well, we will be there shortly." Egon said as he jotted down a
brief description of the entity and the location. Egon then reached forward and
pressed the small red button on Janine's desk, it creaked slightly and Egon was
almost sure it gave him a static shock. But that thought went away when the
alarm began to sound, reverberating not just around the garage, but the whole
Firehouse. Peter, having been sat on the couch in the rec room ran down the
staircase, Winston and Ray, having been on the third floor came sliding down the
firemen's pole. Egon walked over to his locker and opened it, extracting a dark
blue jumpsuit with pink trim. A nametag on the left breast read:
"What is it?" Ray asked as he pulled out a tan jumpsuit with
brown trim, a nametag on his read: Stantz.
"Eh, they're all the same,
ectoplasmic monster, wanting to make trouble." Replied Peter, he extracted a
brown jumpsuit with dark blue trim. A nametag on his read: Venkman.
haven't had a call in almost a month, I'm surprised anyone calls us anymore."
Winston said grimly, removing a blue jumpsuit with red trim. A nametag on his
jumpsuit read: Zeddemore.
"It appears, from the caller's somewhat quick
and frantic description, to be a Class Five Non-Corporeal Confectionery
Devourer." Egon said.
"In English?" Peter pleaded.
"A ghost that
eats candy." Ray translated.
"Oh great...another Slimer." Peter said
sarcastically as he zipped up his jumpsuit over his blue sweater and joggers'.
He rushed over to his place in the rear of Ecto-1, Egon was already sat in the
back and patiently awaiting them. Soon Winston was dressed and he ran around to
the driver's seat, only to be blocked by Ray.
"Winston...for old time's
sake...could I?" Ray pleaded. Winston smirked.
"Okay Ray, seeing as
you're the one who built her up," Winston said. "Just make sure you watch the
speed...I want to enter her into a car show next week." Ray nodded and sat in
the familiar leather upholstery of the driver's seat. He took only a minute to
familiarize himself with the layout and then started the engine. Unknown to
Egon, Peter had suddenly bucked his belt frantically. Ray switched on the siren
and lights, and pressed the button to activate the doors, then he pulled the car
out of the Firehouse and into the traffic.
Peter clung to the
seat for dear life, now he remembered why he'd persuaded Winston to become the
designated driver, Winston didn't have a death wish.
"Ray...what did I
say about keeping our speed under 90?!" Peter nearly screamed.
on Peter, I'm not even breaking the speed limit, enjoy the ride." Ray said with
enthusiasm, the machine was once again an extension of Ray's boundless energy, it
was good to be back in the driver's seat. The equipment in the rack clicked
together contently as Ray pulled what could be taken as dangerous maneuvers to
the untrained eye. Within minutes, they arrived on the scene. If there was one
positive point to Ray's fly by the seat of your pants driving, it sure as hell
got you to where you we going on time. The car screeched to a halt on the
street corner, people were running amok as a entity, which strangely resembled
Bertie Bassett, was rampaging across the street, every few moments it took a
swipe at the now badly smashed confectionery shop. A flickering and sparking
neon sign hung at an angle over a broken picture window. The four Ghostbusters
stepped out from the converted ambulance, to a mixed selection of cheering, and
"Oh come on, we're the Ghostbusters...we're famous!" Peter said to
the crowd with a smile.
"More like has-beens!" A crowd member
"Okay," Peter said, pointing at the offending crowd member. "For
that, no autograph signings." He finished.
"Peter." Egon said, the other
three 'busters had their packs and equipment on. Peter quickly donned his Proton
"So, Mr. Liquorish Allsorts thinks he can beat up a candy store..."
"Not in our town." The other three finished, each wearing a
"Gentlemen, set your streams to 50% dispersion ratio, we'll try to
burn it like when we first fought against Stay Puft." The four paranormal
eliminators set their 'throwers accordingly and prepared to fire. "When I give
the signal, fire at it's head...erm, the pink allsort." Egon said. "Fire!" Four
streams of energy shot at the parody of the famous corporate logo, the pink
allsort that made up the entity's head started to burn, but it remained
practically unphased. The monster then started to stamp away from them, smashing
cars as it went.
"After it!" Peter shouted, the four Ghostbusters charged
after the monstrosity. "Egon," Peter asked, turning to face the physicist as
they ran, he had his PKE meter in hand and was taking readings. "How do we stop
a twenty foot selection of cheap candy?"
"Well, I would suggest we
disable it's ability to move." Egon mused.
"You mean, we shoot out it's
legs?" Peter asked.
"Crude, granted, but most likely effective." Egon
finished. A Checker Cab that was rolling down the street suddenly spotted the
giant selection of sweets and sped out of the way, rushing onto the sidewalk and
moving through a large gathering of people, it then finished it's journey by
ploughing into a set of newspaper dispensers and a lamppost.
"Aim for the
legs!" Peter shouted.
"Roger." Winston replied, two beams shot at the
monster's left leg, and two beams were fired at the monster's right leg, within
seconds the joints had begun to glow and smoke, and soon they were melting. The
monster, it's legs melted from it's body, toppled to the street, and caused the
windows in the nearby buildings to shake. It then cried out in pain and tried to
"Almost a shame isn't it?" Peter asked.
"Why do you
say that Peter?" Ray asked.
"Well, look at the poor thing, it almost
makes you feel sorry for it...almost." Peter finished with a grin. Egon, Peter
and Winston fired three confinement streams at the monster as Ray rolled out a
trap, he gave the signal for the guys to close their eyes and he activated the
trap, the ghost became deformed and was sucked, melted legs and all into the
Ghost Trap, it then shut and started to smoke.
"Another successful bust
by the Ghostbusters!" Ray shouted, more of the crowd was cheering this time and
the Ghostbusters allowed themselves to be bathed in it, that part of the job
never really got tiring.
"Hey hey!" Peter cheered, he suddenly frowned,
there was a small pillar of smoke rising up from a street corner a block away,
also, there was a large crowd gathered around the source. While the other three
Ghostbusters were still occupied with the crowd, Peter slipped away and started
to move towards the smoke. He approached it within a minute and saw the source
of the smoke was the crashed Checker Cab. "Is everything okay?" Peter asked.
"I'm a doctor." He finished. The crowd then parted for him to see, and then a
shiver ran down his spine as if someone had walked over his own grave, and at
what he'd seen, that might not be to far from the truth. A pair of legs were
sprawled on the sidewalk, they lay under the front fender of the cab, one of the
leg owner's shoes had been knocked off, it was a red pump. Peter moved forward,
she wore a grey-ish coat, a pink purse was strewn a few feet away, next to a
burst grocery bag, it's contents spilled all over the place. Peter then leaned
over the front hood, it was badly crumpled from the impact with the lamppost,
but over the twisted metal he could see the face of the owner of the legs. Peter
could of sworn that his heart had skipped a beat when he saw her face. She was
solumn, almost calm, a strand of hair had fallen over her silent face. A pair of
glasses lay near her face, they were broken. Her red hair was a stark contrast
to the dull grey of the sidewalk. "Oh...shit..." Peter breathed, almost
"Peter?" Peter jumped, it was Ray. He turned to see that Egon,
Ray and Winston were only a few feet away.
"Has someone been injured?"
Egon asked. Peter's mind went blank, he suddenly walked forward quickly and held
his arms out, like a cop moving a crowd. "Peter?"
matter?" Ray asked, worry on his face.
"Hey man, what's wrong with you?"
Winston asked, doubt was written all over his face.
"Just don't." Peter
"Peter, what's wrong...why won't you..." Egon halted.
"It...it..." he spluttered.
"Damn." Peter muttered, he then turned and
followed Egon's gaze, he'd seen her. Egon then surged forward, but Peter tried
to hold him back. "No...NO!" Peter shouted, Egon batted him by and rushed
forward, then his expression almost looked like his world had collapsed around
him, that wasn't far from the truth.
"Ja...Janine?" Egon asked,
"Oh God." Ray said, joining him by his left
"Man." Winston said, he remained by Peter, he gave him a
reassuring clap on his shoulder and the walked forward a few steps. Peter then
turned and sat down on the curb. Those who say Dr. Egon Spengler is an
unemotional automaton like a character from a sci fi series were proved wrong
that day, as a single tear slipped down each cheek of Egon Spengler's face. In
the distance, the crowd could hear an ambulance siren.
Peter felt numb, not just in a limb or in mind, but everywhere,
he'd felt numb ever since he'd climbed back into Ecto-1. As soon as they'd piled
into the customized ambulance they had followed the ambulance to the hospital,
the crowd had been hushed as the two vehicles left the scene. The ambulance crew
had said that Janine was still alive, but it brought little comfort, each
Ghostbuster had a haunted expression on his face, and Egon's was the worst.
Janine Melnitz wasn't simply a secretary at their reception desk, she was a
friend, a confidant, an adopted sister, and to one, a lover. For Peter, it was a
severe blow, he and Janine had never been on the best of terms, but they had
formed a sibling relationship, sharpening both wit and tongue with their verbal
sparring, but when it bottled down to a serious situation, they both had an
unspoken respect for each other, the tragedy had a more sinister note, as Peter
knew he had sent Janine out in the first place. For Ray, he had been shocked by
what had happened, to him, Janine was a friend, a person to talk to and on the
odd occasion, even arrange tricks to either hinder Peter, or to actually help
Janine gain some ground on Egon. For Winston, tragedy was nothing new, he had
seen the horrors of war, but a personal tragedy ranked above that. Janine was a
little sister to him, someone who he could relate to as she was the only real
'normal' person when compared to the other three Ghostbusters. And then Egon, to
him, Janine was as priceless as the world, the one person he had an interest in
before he even knew he had an interest in her. A person who would defend him if
the event ever came up, a person who no matter how dangerous the experiment in
the lab was, would always try to find a way just to see him. He hated himself
more then ever now for not having noticed it sooner.
Ghostbusters sat in blue cloth chairs with black plastic arms and legs, the
waiting room was somewhat quieter then the ER where they had initially arrived.
A young-ish man in a white labcoat and brown hair stepped out of a nearby
treatment room, the look was completed with a stethoscope and a metal
"Um, the Ghostbusters?" He asked. "I'm Dr. Carter..." The four
Ghostbusters stared at him, Dr. Carter frowned. I've heard all the jokes, and
now's not a joking time." Dr. Carter said grimly.
"How is she?" Egon
asked, racing to the point.
"She's physically fine, only a few bruises
and a couple of broken ribs from where she was clipped by the car, those
injuries should be healed within two weeks..."
"But?" Ray prodded. Dr.
"But," It sounded like an effort for Dr. Carter to utter
the word, "there's worry over mental damage, she struck the sidewalk very hard,
the force caused some trauma, and currently Ms. Melnitz is in a coma." The
Ghostbusters suddenly seemed to have taken on additional weight on their
shoulders. "I know it sounds melodramatic, but I'm afraid the blow was that bad.
The next thing we have to worry about is the damage caused, the longer she's
under, the more damage is done...and frankly, we never truely know when, or if
patients in comas do resurface." Dr. Carter finished.
"What can we do?"
"For now, wait. Soon though you'll be admitted to see her, I
suggest that maybe you organize one of you to stay here for a set period of
time, sometimes it helps for a coma patient to have a familiar voice or person
nearby to help stimulate the resurface." Dr. Carter suggested. Peter looked at
Egon, he nodded grimly but appeared calm, but Peter knew Egon better and knew he
was bottling up the emotions...and doing that could drive a man insane. Peter
also knew who would volunteer to be first, and he had to prevent Egon from doing
"I'll do it." Peter said, stepping forward. Both Ray and Winston
were surprised, but not as surprised as Egon.
"Peter I can..." He
"Egon, I can do this, I'm the one who gets more sleep then anyone
else around the Firehouse, and you look like you could use a week's sleep."
"But..." Egon began to protest.
"If anything happens,
I'll call the Firehouse the instant it happens, now go." Peter said. Egon paused
for a moment, but then reluctantly agreed.
"C'mon Homeboy." Winston said,
ushering Egon out of the room. Ray paused at the door.
"He's going to be
suffering Peter, maybe not on the outside, but after he and Janine finally got
together over the Lotsabucks incident he's had pretty strong feelings for her,
he's going to need you, both as a friend and as a doctor of psychology. I'll let
you know if he does anything unusual...for Egon." Ray replied, the joke had
little humour and Peter could see that Ray's eyes were red.
Peter said quietly. Ray nodded, and then left the room.
Carter deliberately coughed, a hand over his mouth. "If you wish to see her, you
can." He said. Peter nodded and walked over to the door, darkness was now
falling rapidly and the room was dark, save for the reading light above the bed
and the soft glow from the monitoring equipment.
The soft sound was ambiance music, it was almost like a scene from a bad
hospital soap opera.
"Janine..." Peter whispered, not intending to wake
her. She lay in the bed, a breathing tube in her mouth and a drip attached to
her arm. There was a dark bruise on her left cheek and she wore a white with
green speckled hospital gown. She looked so unusual without her glasses,
persistence of memory. Peter slid a chair similar to one of the waiting room's
over to Janine's bed, he then sat down and simply looked at her face sadly.
"Janine?" He asked quietly. "It's me, Peter, Dr. V..." he trailed off
uncomfortably. "...you'd...you'd do most things to get a raise wouldn't you?"
His mouth twisted in an unstable grin, emotions conflicting his expression.
"I...how do I say this? I...I'm sorry..." Peter didn't notice the lone tear as
it slid down his right cheek. "I...I'm sorry I sent you out...It's my fault?
Isn't it? I'm the one who caused you to get put here..." Peter continued a
similar track of self-blame until the watch on Janine changed, nearly two hours
"I'm worried about Peter." Ray
"Peter?" Winston asked. They both were in the rec room, but the TV
was off and only a few lights burned.
"Yeah...I don't know for sure,
Peter's the mind expert...but, I wonder if he might be blaming himself for
this." Ray said.
"So we could have a depressed psychologist on our hands?
As well as a physicist with chronic emotion-bottle up." Winston said.
a situation like this, I'd either get Peter to talk to Egon, or vice versa...but
with both of them like this..." Ray trailed off. He then decided to change the
subject. "Who should take Peter's place when his turn ends?" Ray
"Not Egon, if there was one rational thought Peter had before he
went into the guilt trip, it was keeping Egon from watch duty for now...I'll do
it if you don't feel like it." Winston offered.
"No...I'm willing to do
it...maybe the watch will give me some time to think over the last four hours or
so...I always used to talk some things over with Janine..." Ray bit his
"It's okay Ray..."
"No...I really want to do this, it's
just...you never really take seeing a friend...no, a family member being
injured." Ray finished.
"Yeah well, right now we have three family
members who need attention right now. And I'm almost afraid to think what could
happen to Egon up there in this state with all that dangerous
The room was dark, in the distance a siren wailed.
Egon stared at the two sash windows that bordered with Varrick Street, he
stared, but not seeing, his red-rimmed glasses sat on the work bench beside him,
next to a partially dismantled Ghost Trap. But Egon wasn't working, he was
thinking, thinking of the times they'd had with Janine...and thinking of what
they were liable to loose if Janine never resurfaced from her
Almost three days had passed since the
accident, and now the team had taken up a bi-hourly roster. Even Egon had now
been allowed to participate, but there was still worry for him. He'd taken to
spending even longer in the lab then usual, and more often then not tried to
actually avoid the rest of the team. Ray sat at Janine's desk, as well as
setting up a roster for visiting Janine and keeping her company, there was also
a roster for someone to man Janine's desk. It seemed that the Ghostbusters had
been blackballed by every secretarial and assistance agency in both the Greater
New York Area and it's surrounding boroughs. And so, they couldn't hire anybody
within 50 miles of Manhattan to cover the empty reception desk. However the job
had been made worse, at least the day after Janine's accident, they'd had the
excuse of a bust to put their feelings aside to help save New Yorkers from
paranormal threats...but as the day so far hadn't had a single call, they were
forced to confront their thoughts. Louis Tully, the company's legal rep and
financial officer had been informed, he'd been mortified by the news, it was
theorized by some that he hadn't completely given up his feelings for Janine.
Peter had asked him to go over the insurance policy, a rarely seen side of Peter
wanted to make sure that if the worst came to worse, Janine's family wouldn't
have to foot the bill in case a funeral was required. Ray stopped what he was
doing and thought that over. Over the many years that the company had been in
operation, Janine and Peter had always been at each others end. They'd argued,
blackmailed and screamed each other in the face. But most of the closer friends
of the Ghostbusters, and even the Ghostbusters themselves (though Peter would
never admit it) knew that the verbal sparing matches simply hid a friendly
affection for each other that they'd built up. That Peter and Janine were
siblings in the GBI family, as were the others. And of course in some families,
siblings argued. Peter and Janine had a unspoken mutual and professional respect
for each other. Janine knew, but would never utter her respect of Peter's
ability to charm celebrities, government officials and the like. And Peter would
never word his appreciation and utter astoundment that Janine hadn't actually
quit, and that she'd been able to manage and file their financial nightmare. Ray
smirked at this thought, but then he frowned. Janine was still under, and as
each day passed, the chance of her resurfacing grew slimmer and
"Beep...Beep...Beep..." The steady rhythm of the
machine was background noise, Ray sat in a chair beside the bed where Janine
lay. He studied an engineering magazine, though he had little enthusiasm in it,
slightly less then a week and a half had passed since the accident which had
hospitalized Janine, and there was still no sign of Janine resurfacing. The
separate members of the Ghostbusters had strayed onto the deadly thought of that
she might never recover, and it had been the cause of many a chill down the
spine for all four of them. Many a night, Ray had lain awake, sometimes he'd
hear muffled crying, other times he'd hear half envisioned nightmares. No matter
what they'd faced over the years, they'd never suffered a personal loss on such
"Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep..." Ray stared at the machine, it's
electronic pulse was maddening. He let the text book flop to the floor as he
stood up and walked over to the window, he placed a arm on the frame and leant
on it, resting his head against it, he then shifted his head to the glass, the
cool touch was a welcomed relief for the moment.
"Beep...Beep...Beep..Beep..Beep..Beep.Beep.Beep..." Ray looked up, the pitch had
gone up. He moved over quickly, she was breathing on her own! God, oh God! She's
alive! She's alive! Ray looked around, he snagged the call button and pressed
it, moments later Dr. Carter and a nurse burst in.
"What's the problem?"
"She's coming out of it! She's coming back." Ray smiled, tears
brimming in his eyes. Dr. Carter quickly inspected her.
"Okay, make sure
you call your friends, I can't promise anything yet, but if she does surface,
they need to be here if she does." Dr. Carter explained.
nodded, he then ran out of the room and into the hallway, he looked up and down,
and then ran along to the elevator, he took it down to the ER and ran over to
the nearest payphone, he then dropped several coins into the slot, and dialed
the number to the Firehouse. The line rang several times before it was answered
"Ghostbusters." He replied.
"Winston! Get here, and
bring Egon and Peter!" Ray shouted, out of breath.
"Wait, slow down. Is
she...is she coming out of it?" Winston asked, there was a noticeable pause in
"I think so, the doctor told me to get you guys
"Okay, calm down, Ray. I'll get them there as soon as possible."
Winston then hung up. Ray allowed himself to get his breath back, he then
quickly returned to hallway outside of Janine's room to wait for the
The three Ghostbusters charged down the hall
towards Janine's room, Egon leading, Peter following and Winston trailing
"How is she, is she okay?" Egon asked, startling Ray who had been
"Whoa, calm down Homeboy." Winston placed a hand on
"Okay, Janine woke up, about a half hour ago, I phoned
you guys straight away." Ray replied, raising his hands defensibly.
York traffic. Winston thought.
"Is she okay?" Peter asked, there were
dark patches under his eyes.
"I don't know yet, they haven't let me in
and Dr. Carter hasn't been out yet." Ray reported, they looked in through the
window. Janine was sat up in bed, nodding her head to something Dr. Carter was
saying, the silent discussion lasted a few minutes, and then Dr. Carter stood
up, turned and walked over to the door, the Ghostbusters moved to allow Dr.
Carter entry into the hallway. When the door was closed behind him, he released
a heavy breath.
"Okay, as you can see, it's confirmed that Miss Melnitz
has regained consciousness, we've performed the standard tests, what her name is,
what year it is, who's President and so forth, those came back okay...but she
has suffered some memory loss. I'm not at liberty to say how much yet, because,
well, we simply don't know." Dr. Carter reported.
"Do you have any idea
just how much could've been lost?" Winston asked.
"At present, I'm
willing to believe she have suffered a Grade Three concussion, it is
undetermined just how much she could've lost, but she may have lost parts of her
memory which are as much as a year old." Dr. Carter replied tiredly, his face
was a little pale, it matched the now three pale white faces which faced him.
What he'd said had begun to sink in.
"A year?" Ray asked, he swallowed as
his processed what he'd heard.
"But...that means..." Peter drifted
"She's lost everything since the Makeoverus Lotsabucks case...maybe
even longer." Winston muttered, recoiling. Egon wandered blindly over to a chair
and sat down. Having suffered a bad blow, it was possible, that all they'd
suffered during the incident with Makeoverus Lotsabucks had been lost. His mind
processed the thought. He wasn't sure, if he'd be able to go through it again,
if she no longer remembered. He loved her too much to possibly risk something by
blatently telling her.
No, not now. This will take time before I feel it
will be safe to tell her that I have, and always will love her. I just hope that
I will have the chance to tell her again. Egon thought.
some tests to be performed," Dr. Carter's voice filtered back into Egon's range
of hearing as if a volume on a TV had been turned up. "However, I think it would
help cheer her up if you were allowed to visit, it is, however, your choice."
Dr. Carter replied, he then rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"We'll be in
there in a minute." Peter replied, Dr. Carter nodded and went back into the
room. While Winston and Ray discussed what they'd do for when Janine could
leave, Peter walked over to the chair and sat down next to Egon who had his head
hung low. "God, Spengs...I'm so sorry." Peter finally replied. "I can imagine
how bad it could be..." He added.
"I'm not sure I'll be able to tell her
what I thought of her again..." Egon trailed off.
"Egon, you're gonna
tell her again, and we're going to be there to make sure it happens." Peter
"I only wish I could find some comfort in those words, Venkman."
"Besides, there's the chance she'll still remember." Peter
reassured. Egon didn't answer. "C'mon Big Guy, let's give her the biggest
welcome ever." Peter replied, he stood up, and a moment later, pulled Egon up.
They walked over to the door, though, Peter felt he was dragging Egon along with
him. They passed through the door and entered the room, indeed, Janine was sat
upright, albeit still very pale, a plaster was still on her forehead, but her
green eyes were still strong and defiant.
"G...guys?" She asked groggily.
They stepped forward, though, Egon seemed to hold back, staying in a dark corner
where he seemed to brood.
"Hey." Ray greeted.
"We knew you'd come
back." Winston replied.
"This desperate to get holiday leave?" Peter
asked, not even expecting himself to say it. Ray and Winston glared at him.
"Sorry." He replied, shrinking a little.
"I'll take it as a 'hello'."
Janine replied, smiling weakly. "Hey...what's wrong with Egon, somebody flush
his fungus again?" She asked.
"Err...erm..." Peter, Ray and Winston
looked at each other quickly. "He's been going over a formula to pass the time
until you woke, real important stuff." Peter replied.
replied, a little down trodden. Peter moved away quickly as Winston and Ray
asked how she was feeling.
"Egon, Egon!" Peter hissed. "Get your butt
over there, now." Egon relented and walked over to face Janine, Peter reappeared
at his side. "Here he is!" Peter replied, keeping his voice low as to not add to
Janine's probable headache.
"Hi...Egon." Janine smiled weakly
"Hello Janine. I'm...I'm glad to see you aren't worse for wear...I
hope you recuperate quickly." Egon replied uncomfortably, Ray and Winston
traded a quick worried look.
"From him...that's the most caring thing
he's ever said." She smiled weakly for a third time.
"Okay, we've got to
go now." Ray replied. "It's past visiting hours and the nurses are giving us the
'evil eye'. We've got to go now, but we'll be back first thing in the morning."
"Bye." Peter waved.
"Hang in there, Sister."
"See you in the morning." Ray added.
a...good rest, Janine." Egon finished, they then left the room.
The four Ghostbusters sat in silence as Winston drove them home,
outside, rain poured as if it was some awful romance story gone bad. The cabin
lights were off as well, the car's interior was lit every few seconds by
streetlamps and car headlights. As Ecto-1 neared the Firehouse, Winston finally
"We're going to have to get something set up here when Janine is
finally released, even with her determination, I don't think it's safe leaving
her at her apartment on her own." He explained.
"Agreed." Egon replied
"Yeah." Ray agreed.
"I suggest we set up a
sleeping area in the rec room for her..." Egon trailed off.
Winston replied. "I don't think anyone'll argue if I say we should take over
running the office...not that we get that much business anymore..." Winston
trailed off. The Ecto-1 pulled up outside the darkened Firehouse, Winston leaned
forward and pressed a button mounted above the dashboard, the Firehouse's doors
slid open slowly, revealing a yawning blackness inside, Winston released
Ecto-1's hand break and pulled into the Firehouse garage. The four Ghostbusters
disembarked from the vehicle and trudged upstairs. Three of them making a slow
beeline to the bunkroom, the other, making his way to the lab. Thunder flashed
outside as Peter readied himself for bed, then he noticed Egon's metal bed
devoid of the scientist, even more startling, the sheets were unmade, it was a
testament to just how badly Spengler had been affected. Peter, shaking his head
pulled his brown and blue check dressing gown back on and crept over to the
double doors, not wanting to awaken Winston and Ray who had fallen asleep. He
gripped the cold brass door handle and turned it, he winced when the door
emitted a slight creak, but moved slowely as he opened it enough for him to slip
through. The landing was dark, and Peter noted that no light shone from beneath
the doors to the lab. He crept across the landing, passed the spiral staircase
and paused at the double doors, he knocked, and waited. There was no answer. He
then gripped the handle and opened the door, he poked his head through the jam
and into the lab. He could see Egon, slumped over a table, his glasses sparkling
every so often when lightning exploded above them.
muttered, he walked over to the blonde haired physicist and regarded him. He'd
know Egon Spengler for a long time, for more then half of his life now, he'd
seen the best and worst of the occupants of the Firehouse, but he'd never seen
Egon so emotionally exhausted. "Egon...Egon!" Peter hissed as he nudged the
"I'm sorry Mom...I didn't mean the burn the
bath...it was a science fair project..." Egon muttered, lost in dream. Peter
rolled his eyes.
"Wake up Spengs!" Peter hissed and jabbed Egon, he awoke
with a start, but with bleary eyes, he looked about as his vision without
glasses cleared. He then felt around the table until he got his glasses. The
black, blurry image in front of him solidified to that of a somewhat peeved
looking Peter Venkman with his arms crossed. "Just what do you think you're
doing?" Peter chided. Egon studied his impromptu sleeping
"Apparently sleeping over the blueprints for my next invention."
Egon replied dryly.
"Egon, I know how bad it's been the past few
weeks...but sleeping in the lab is not going to be any good to your health,
trust me, I'm an expert at sleeping." Peter replied. Egon regarded Peter back
with slight amusement. "Now, are you going to get up from that work bench, march
into that bedroom and sleep in your bed...or do I need to get Slimer to chase
you into there by saying there's a doughnut in your shoe?" Peter asked with a
devilish grin, but, Egon noted, it was a strained smile.
"Very well, as
our current washing machine requires Ray's skill, I shall forgo getting another
uniform covered in ectoplasm." Egon replied as he stood up.
pretty sure it was Ray's skill which got it broken in the first place." Peter
As Peter lay in his bed, he could hear three sets of
snoring. Oddly enough, he couldn't get to sleep...of all people, Peter Venkman
couldn't get to sleep. A feeling of increased restlessness descended on Peter,
and he decided he'd do something else. He got up, crept over to the door, opened
it quietly and slipped out of the room. He descended the staircase into the
darkened garage. He walked over to Janine's desk and sat down, he then leant
forward and switched on Janine's desk lamp, recoiling slightly from the sudden,
bright glare. Once his eyes had adapted to the light, he reached forward and
grasped the phone receiver, he stared at the keypad for a few moments, tossing
over whether to call or not. The dial tone droned in his ear as he made up his
mind. Finally deciding, he punched in the number that he had engraved on his
mind...he needed somebody to talk to. The phone rang three times, four, Peter
was ready to hang up on the fifth ring, but the phone was
"Hello?" A female voice asked.
"Oh...um...is that Dana
Barrett?" Peter asked. There was a silence.
"Peter?" She finally
"Yes...I hope I didn't wake you." Peter replied, leaning back in
the desk chair.
"No...." Peter eyed the glass
fronted wall clock which quietly ticked away, it was a quarter past
"A little late for work?" He asked.
"You forgot it's three hours earlier out here, didn't you? Plus...Oscar woke me up
crying, I've been tending to him for about half an hour." Dana replied. "I'm
sorry...did you want to ask something?" She asked.
really...just wanted to know how things were...I guess I just needed somebody to
talk to." Peter replied.
"Peter, is something wrong? You sound more tired
the usual...and now I think about it, you're not up this late usually unless you
have a call." Dana replied. Peter sighed and ran a hand through his
"I should've told you long before...it's about Janine." Peter
"Peter, what happened?" She asked.
"About a week and half
ago Janine was involved in an accident..." Peter started.
Winston phoned the same day...I just hope she makes a recovery...she made an
excellent babysitter for Oscar." Peter remained silent,
silently thanking the black man who slept above him, you could always could on a
"Well...we have had some good news...Janine resurfaced last
night, around ten 'o' clock, the doctors are wary about her, but she seemed
okay...a little dazed...but the doctors are worried that she may have lost a
good chunk of her recent memory." Peter explained.
"That's awful!" Dana
replied. "Is the loss total...will she remember Egon and..." Dana trailed
"We don't know." Peter replied honestly.
"I'm buying my airline ticket
tomorrow...do you know when she'll be released?" Dana asked.
hoping in a day or two...but we'll just have to see." Peter
"Hopefully, that'll be what happens...I've got to go now,
Peter, but we'll talk tomorrow...try to get some sleep." Dana
"I will, Dana." And with that, he hung up. He sat there for a
long time, until finally he switched off Janine's desk lamp and laid his head
against the felt letter blotter. Within five minutes he began snoring in a
dreamless, exhausted sleep.
"Yo, wake up sleepy, we
don't pay you to sleep at your post." Peter blinked several times, sunlight
streamed in through the garage windows and he made a face at having been woken
"Wha?" He asked, the words were half garbled.
figures." The voice belonged to Winston.
"You know, if you hadn't woken
up then...it would almost be too tempting not to use that felt pen to draw you a
mustache." Ray grinned. Peter looked up and narrowed his eyes at
"There is no way in hell anyone can be so happy in the morning, not
even you." Peter scowled.
"Not to burst your bubble, but it's nearly
noon." Winston replied.
"It is?" Peter asked, surprised.
you've been out like a light all morning, we didn't want to wake you until it
became too late, you even managed to sleep through the phone ringing, it was
Dana, she said she'd be here this afternoon. I wouldn't be surprised if she
walked through the door now." Winston replied, there was a knocking at the
"Aw jeez!" Peter swore, he then catapulted himself up the
staircase, there was no way he'd let Dana see himself in that state, they may
have been dating, but there were just some things never seen outside of
marriage. Winston shook his head and chuckled, especially when Ray came back,
holding a parcel.
"I never knew the mailman could get that kind of
reaction from Peter." Ray grinned.
Dana knocked on the door
which led into the Firehouse and waited, as she did, she pulled the 'leash'
which held little three and a half-year old Oscar Wallance. A few moments went by
and the door opened and Ray stuck his head out. He grinned as soon as he saw
"Hi Dana." He greeted, stepping out into the street.
Ray." She greeted.
"How have things been?" He asked.
"Well, LA can
be very difficult, it was only now that I could get some time off to visit
Peter. It's not the best way to hold a relationship to be honest." Dana replied
frankly. Ray nodded in understanding, he then peered down at Oscar.
Oscar ...you remember your Uncle Ray, don'cha? Did mean old Mom make you wake up
early?" Ray asked in a joking tone. Oscar made a face. "Well, he may not be
Peter's biological son, but if I didn't know any better, I'd say I'd seen that
face around 9:00AM every morning." Ray replied, Dana grinned. Then the grin
vanished to a more concerned look.
"Is he down here?" She asked. As if on
cue, Peter's head shot up from over the edge of the filing cabinets behind
Janine's desk. They entered the Firehouse and closed the door behind
"There you go." Ray replied, he then walked over to the staircase
and began to climb it as Dana walked over to Peter's office area, Peter stooped
down and pulled open the swing gate to allow Dana entry and child
"Hey." He greeted.
"Hey." She smiled back. She walked over
to a chair and sat down, keeping a hold on Oscar, a moment later Peter sat down.
"Peter, I know we couldn't talk about everything over the phone...but now we
have more time to talk...is there a chance we might be interrupted?" Dana
"Not really." Peter sighed. "Jobs have pretty much shrunk to
nothing, Winston and Egon went over to the hospital about half an hour
ago...unless Ray needs me, we should have a hour spare." Peter
"Good." Dana commented. "Where do you want to begin?" She asked.
Peter leaned back in the chair, his hands behind his back, he then leaned forward,
steeping his fingers, finally he settled for resting his head on his arms on the
"I don't know...listen to me...it sounds like I'm talking to a
psychiatrist." He muttered.
"Even those who listen need to be heard every
once and a while." Dana smiled.
"Well...I guess...I just feel responsible
for what happened to Janine..." Peter trailed off.
"Why's that?" Dana
asked. She subconsciously rocked Oscar's buggy.
"Well...if I hadn't sent
her out to groceries that day...she wouldn't've have been hit by that cab." Peter
"Is that it?" Dana asked.
"Yeah." He replied.
come on Peter, if you'd been driving the car and hit her by accident, then I'd
understand. But that's not fair for you to blame yourself, you never knew it was
going to happen, it just happened." Dana chided.
"I thought you stood up
for me." Peter regarded with a raised eyebrow.
"Peter, stop moping
around, I'm surprised at you, of all people you're the best at determining how
to approach something like this, you're a qualified doctor in this field." Dana
"Darn you, woman." Peter muttered. She smiled.
should we continue?" She asked.
"Yeah...Ugh..." He muttered again.
"...there's something else, about Egon...last night I found him fast asleep in
his lab." Dana gave him a puzzled look. "Well, he's been sleeping there more
then usual...and the few times he's actually slept in his bed...I could swear I
could hear him crying, plus most times recently that I went into the lab before
Janine resurfaced, he's put his glasses back on quickly like he was trying to
hide something." Peter explained.
"Usually, I wouldn't find that
surprising under the circumstances...but with Egon...it's worrying... And with
the added possibility of Janine's memory loss..." Dana trailed
"Don't remind me...I know too well how long it took to get the
egghead to realist Janine had the hots for him." Peter replied flippantly. "But
Egon's crying...Egon never cries, at least, we've never seen, except maybe close
when we nearly lost Janine...but he always bottles it away." Peter
"Maybe that's the problem, maybe he's bottled his emotions for
so long, it could be finally getting to him." Dana suggested.
be..." Peter agreed. Dammit, Egon. "What do you suggest I do?" He
"Don't look at me, you're the psychologist, I'm just a woman who
was possessed by a minion of Gozer, and nearly had her baby son possessed by a
ghost from a painting." Dana replied, standing up. "I need to go now, but I'll
try to get back soon, if not, let me know when Janine's out of the hospital."
Dana asked. Peter walked over and opened the swing gate, when she was through,
he walked over to the garage doors and opened the smaller customer door, Oscar
moved about, as much as the lease would allow.
"I will." He finally
replied. "Bye, Dana." He said, mock saluting her.
"Bye Peter." She
replied, Peter watched as Dana walked Oscar along the street, he then released a
breath and slouched against the doorframe, after a few minutes he looked about,
turned, and walked back into the building, closing the door behind
Night soon fell on the Firehouse, and by the
time Winston and Egon returned, Ray had vanished off to bed, leaving Peter and
Slimer to devour popcorn in front of a very old, and exceedingly cheesy
"That's fake..." Peter muttered as he stuffed a small amount of
popcorn into his mouth. "Aww, c'mon, we've battled worse in our jammies..." He
"Evening, Peter." Egon greeted. Peter looked up to see Winston
and Egon climbing the staircase in near darkness.
"Hey, what you
watchin?" Winston asked as he watched a scene from over Peter's
"One of Ray's Dr. Crowely movies...I guessed I might as well
watch one of them sometime." He shrugged.
"Personal opinion?" Winston
"I've seen worse things in my sleep!" Peter replied,
"That bad huh?" Winston grinned. Peter focused his attention
onto Egon who stood watching them.
"How is she?" Peter asked.
is...doing well, the doctors informed us she may be ready to leave within the
week...but she'll still need to get a lot of rest before she can really start
moving around here." Egon replied, he walked over to the spiral staircase, being
watched by Winston and Peter.
"Has he been like that during most of the
visit?" Peter asked, the movie forgotten, behind them, Slimer devoured the last
of the popcorn.
"Pretty much, he sat near Janine's bed, but remained
silent for most of the time...I don't like it...I mean, sure, Egon's not exactly
the quickest guy to notice Janine's interest in him. But he's been even less
human then usual. I think he might be withdrawing." Winston replied
"I don't like it, I'm going up there." Peter replied, determined,
he stood up and started to move over to the staircase.
should give him some more time?" Winston suggested.
"No way Winston, he's
been shutting himself away in that lab every three days...I'm a trained
professional, if Egon needs to talk to someone, then he can talk to me." Peter
replied, he then climbed up the spiral staircase.
into space when the knock came from the door, he looked up to see Peter stick
his head through the gap.
"Spengs." Peter greeted, a grin on his face.
Egon gritted his teeth, he didn't want to have a discussion with Peter at that
moment. However, he put on his best neutral face, which wasn't
"What can I do for you, Peter?" He asked.
"Spengs, we need
to talk, and you know what it's about." Peter replied.
"Honestly Peter, I
haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about." Egon replied, he began to
turn to a workbench but Peter grabbed his elbow and pulled him
"Don't you do that to me, Egon. I've known you long enough to know
when you're bottling it up, this isn't good for you, I've studied cases where a
guy has gone insane by doing it." Peter replied.
"Peter, how I deal with
my feelings isn't your concern." Egon replied, a slightly venomous tone in his
voice that startled Peter.
"Egon, it is my business when one of my
friends goes into a depression, and it is all of our business if it could become
a risk on the job." Peter replied.
"I guess it won't amount to much with
our jobs dwindled to nothing." Egon spat, he caught himself, but the look of
near horror on Peter's face spoke what he thought in spades. "I'm sorry
Peter...I just...maybe it is time to close up the premises." Egon replied
"I seriously hope you're kidding, you know more then anyone just
how important we are to making sure the people out there are safe!" Peter
exploded. "Do you know what would happen to us if we just closed down? We have
no other place to go! Nobody in this state will hire Ray after Yeager got onto
the phone, I'm not going to be able to get a job as a psychiatrist with so many
counselors and things out there, and I don't think Winston's going to want to go
back to construction." Peter replied, his mind reeling.
Peter...but I'm tired...the job has become too dangerous for us...what happened
with Janine is a prime example." Egon replied, Peter could see the physicist was
visibly tired, and in a uncharacteristic depression.
swore. "Don't give me that crap, I know what you're going through, I can't blame
you. You loved her more then anything, but you can't let what happened blind you
like this! What'll Janine say? Where will she go? Are you really willing to let
her go after everything we've...and you've been through?!."
has crossed my mind many times during the past few days...I have not made my
final decision as of yet...but when I do, if it is too dangerous to continue
running the company, I will enforce the closure." Egon replied
"This isn't over." Peter pointed straight into Egon's face. "I'm
not going to let you do such a reckless thing in your condition." Peter swore,
he then stormed out of the lab.
Peter quickly descended the
spiral staircase, filled with fury, he stormed passed a surprised looking
Winston and Slimer as he went down the staircase. Winston ran over to the
railing overlooking the garage, Slimer floated over a few moments
"Yo, Pete! Where are you going at this hour?" Winston
"FOR A WALK!" Peter bellowed back, he opened the door, stepped
out into the falling rain and slammed it behind him.
"I don't know what
happened up there Slimer, but it can't be anything good." Winston commented,
Slimer nodded, a expression of worry on the ghost's face.
"Okay, Okay...easy now..." Ray replied.
"Knock it off Ray, I'm
in a wheelchair, not a Ming vase." Janine chided as she was pushed through the
"He's just worried, kid can't help it." Winston
"Good morning Miss Janine, how good of you to turn up nearly on
time." Peter grinned. Janine scowled.
"You're lucky I'm in a wheelchair
buster, otherwise I'd kick your butt into next week." Janine retorted, Peter
slightly winced at her mentioning the wheelchair, Janine seemed to notice her
slip, and looked away. Winston patted Peter on the back
"Right, first thing's first, we have a surprise, Janine."
Ray replied as he pushed her wheelchair. "Because we didn't want you to feel
left out, Egon and I got talking, and we decided to put this in for you while
you were still using the wheelchair." Ray continued, he wheeled her over to the
end of the equipment lockers, something was covered in a tarp.
could do the honours, Winston." Peter winked. Winston coughed, making it look
like he was going to give a speech, but instead he simply pulled the tarp off,
exposing a metal-grey framework which extended to the floor above, and then
vanished into the third floor.
"A wheelchair access elevator." Ray
"Oh...guys." Janine smiled. "I don't know what to say." She
"Just get better Janine, when you're better you won't need to
use it anymore." Winston replied.
"Yeah...once you're back walking we can
get rid of the pile of bills on the desk." Janine scowled and jabbed her elbow
into Peter's gut, he doubled over and toppled to the floor moaning. Having just
witnessed it, Winston and Ray burst into laughter, above, Egon watched, however
he moved away before Janine could see him watching.
you'll be staying here...we brought up a few things, but if you need anything
else, Janine, just tell us." Winston replied as Ray pushed Janine's wheelchair
into the rec room, Peter, still hurting from the jab hobbled over to the
armchair behind the blue sofa and collapsed into it with a wheeze.
you sure you didn't do any permanent damage?" Ray whispered.
only to his ego." Janine smirked. Ray then pushed her into the
newly-re-designated rec room, it was basically the same, however a few pillows
and bedsheets lay on the floorboards, ready to be used, a small digital alarm
clock sat on the coffee table, plugged into a outlet, stood next to the clock
was a table lamp, and a small pile of trashy romance novels which had been
gathered from the drawers of Janine's desk, it was no means as comfortable as
her apartment, and it didn't have half the things she'd have at home, but it
would do until she got better. As Ray moved a few more things about, there was a
loud clatter from the kitchen and Egon emerged with a tray of sandwiches and
coffee, the move was so unlike him that everyone had to take a double-take, then
Ray timidly picked up one of the sandwiches and studied it.
another experiment, Egon?" He asked, trying not to bring back the memory of
Egon's last pursuit into sandwich making.
"It is most certainly not."
Egon assured. Janine picked up a sandwich, checked it's contents, cucumber and
tomato, and gave it a halfhearted bite. Winston leaned forward and grabbed a
cup of coffee, he then sat down slightly behind Janine, on the sofa. "However we
will all need to perform tasks until Janine is back to her standard of health."
Egon replied, Janine blushed and Ray could've sworn he saw Egon swallow
nervously, he felt bad that for Janine, this was almost a regular day at the
office, but for them it was a terrible thing to participate in.
Nearly a week had passed since Janine had been
released and things had been slowly becoming better, while she still slept at
the Firehouse the guys had made the odd trip to her apartment to bring a few
possessions and to ensure her fridge didn't become Egon's next source of mould.
As time passed, Janine had taken to performing routine, but not tiring tasks
around the Firehouse, she had comitted herself to writing up reports on the
week's calls, not that many had come in, on the Friday of that week only three
calls had been called into the Firehouse, one of which was a prank call and
another was a false alarm...cats stuck up in chimneys seemed to becoming a
regular past time for the Ghostbusters. As Janine wheeled herself over to the
filing cabinets, Egon and Ray watched from the basement staircase.
been doing some thinking Ray...and I've come to a conclusion that I must act
quickly." Egon spoke.
"What do you mean, Egon?" Ray asked, obviously
"For Janine's sake, I cannot allow her to view the case
concerning Makeoverus Lotsabucks, the risk would be too much..." Egon
"I don't know, Egon." Ray replied reluctantly. "Is it wise to
keep it from her? If we keep it a secret and then she finds out, it's going to
make things a whole lot worse...will you please at least give it more thought
anyway? We've all been worried about how you've been acting the past few weeks."
Ray replied, worry in his voice.
"I am fine, however Raymond, if you
insist I give my conclusion more thought, then I shall do so, but if I come to
the same conclusion, then I shall enact it." Egon replied, Ray didn't say
anything, but now he was becoming deeply worried about the physicist he called a
"Guys, I hate going behind Egon's back on this
one...but I think he's really been affected by what happened." Ray whispered
across the dining table.
"As much as I hate it, I have to agree." Peter
"What sort of things should we be watching for?" Winston
"Well...erm..." Ray looked sheepish. "...he insisted in keeping
the Lotsabucks case away from Janine's eyes." Ray replied.
Peter cursed. "What's happened to him? He's gone all nutso and un-Egon-like
since the accident." Peter replied.
"His girl was involved in an
accident, Peter." Winston chided, narrowing his dark gaze.
excuse for his behaviour, it's not as simple as locking up some of the case
files, he..." Peter caught himself.
"What, what did he say?" Winston
asked sternly. Ray looked Peter square in the face, and Peter cursed his friend
for having that puppydog look to manipulate him.
"I'm not sure if it was
simply his little-seen temper, but he said he was seriously considering closing
the company." Peter replied, Ray went pale and a new kind of understanding
crossed Winston's face.
"Maybe it's for the best." Winston replied
"How can you say that? This job means eveything to us, we
provide a service, Winston, we've known each other for a good, long time, how
can you justify his actions?" Peter asked, not believing what he'd
"Peter, have you seriously taken a look recently? Our business is
dying, has been dying for nearly a month...apart from anything else, most people
don't believe in ghosts anymore, you know what that clown McShane is saying,
that we're all con artists, he's from Peck's ilk." Winston
"That's what happens when you vote an Irish Republican into
office." Peter muttered darkly. "I'm not going to let us go down like this, we
were shut down once already, and what'll happen when the ghosts come back and
we're not around? What'll be done, hire a new team and just leave us to grow
old?! I'm not up for that." Peter replied.
"I understand your feelings,
Peter." Winston replied.
"Ray? Where do you stand?" Peter asked, eyeing
his second oldest friend.
"Oh, Pete, don't make me choose against you and
Egon." Ray fidgeted with his hands. "I love the job...but I can also understand
Egon's reasons." Ray replied reluctantly. "Maybe like Winston said, it's for
the best, maybe we should move on from our lives, put our experiences to good
use." Ray replied. Any further conversation was interrupted by the phone
"I've got it!" Janine shouted up to them. Silence
went by, and then Janine shouted again. "Peter, it's for you!". Peter stood up
and walked over to the staircase, he descended it quickly and walked over to
Janine's desk. She held a hand over the receiver. "It's Louis, he says it's
important, about business." Janine replied quietly. Peter took the phone from
her, sat on the edge of the desk and listened to Louis on the other end of the
line. Nearly ten minutes passed before he hung up, he then pushed a confused
Janine over to the wheelchair elevator and sent her up to the floor above. He
then slowly but surely climbed the staircase and joined the rest of the group.
Janine rolled over to await whatever Peter had to say.
"What's wrong?" Ray asked.
"That was Louis...he told me the
liquidation order has been issued...Egon's pulled the plug on
The six employees of
Ghostbusters Inc stood inside the garage, also present was Dana Barrett, she had
insisted she'd be present. Louis stood beside Janine's desk, she now used a
crutch to help her walk, however at home she sometimes still used the
wheelchair. Off on his own, Egon stood thinking to himself, he looked terrible,
a stubble was beginning to form on his chin, and a stray piece of tape held one
of the arms onto his glasses, he looked like a wreck. Louis fidgeted with his
bow tie for a moment, swallowed, and then spoke a slightly cracking
"It is in accordance with the GBI Charter that under the
circumstances of the request of a founding member, a liquidation order can be
presented to the other founding staff, and later a press release to any
customers, public facilities and stock holders. It is by the request of founding
member, Dr. Egon Spengler that a liquidation form be presented as allocated by
his purchased stock and position within the company. The reason to support such
actions have been presented by the fall in commercial business and earnings,
additional information presented include the increased risk to company staff
members." Louis continued. As he did so, Peter scowled at the piece of paper on
the desk. "I require signatures from at least two stock holding co-founders of
the company." Louis added, his eyes held regret but his voice was unusually
professional. Egon signed the piece of paper with the Ghostbusters International
logo on the letterhead. He then looked at Peter with sad eyes. Peter glared at
him, walked over to the paper and reluctantly signed it. "Following standard
procedures, the document officially stating the shutting down, and liquidation
of Ghostbusters International is now in affect. The company has exactly thirty
days in which to complete the last of it's jobs, perform a final financial
report, repay it's investors and additional stockholders...if any and to
officially close down, including the storing of equipment, the dispersal of any
assets the other founders wish, and the final redundancy payment slips." Louis
informed them. Peter looked around at the group, he then turned, walked over to
the doors to the garage and flipped a switch next to the large frame that held
the wooden Firehouse doors. Outside, the neon sign flickered off, almost
signifying the close down of Ghostbusters International.
doesn't seem real...does it?" Winston asked, as he slowly packed away some of
his clothing into his old army chest.
"It doesn't, I just wish we could
have gone out better you know, in a blaze of glory." Ray replied sadly. He
unclipped the TV from his bed and laid it on the bedcover.
"I wonder how
Pete's taking it, he looked pretty bad down there after the paper was signed."
"Yeah...if anyone was the most enthusiastic about the
company, it was Peter, it was his idea...it must be killing him to see
Ghostbusters International close down." Ray added, he picked up his Stay-Puft
doll affectionately, and then placed it into a suitcase on his bed. He then
looked around the room. "It's gonna be hard to give this place up." He
"You knew this place was perfect from the beginning, didn't you?"
Winston said, watching Ray's reminiscing.
"Yeah...it was the firepole that
sold it..." Ray said, studying the brass pole near the closet. "This building's
been through a lot, at least three Containment breaches, a portal to the
Boogieman's realm opening up in the closet. A giant ghost made from imps
smashing through the downstairs wall, the place being transmogrified into
Samhain's fortress, and an uncountable number of small fires and explosions,
especially in the lab." Ray said fondly, a weak smile on his face.
this old Firehouse was built when they really did build them well, it survived
almost 10 years as the home of a group of paranormal eliminators. Solid as the
Rock of Gibraltar." Winston said fondly, remembering the old description. He
then looked across the room at Peter's four poster bed, it's green New York
Yankees cap still hung on one of the posts. "Where's Peter? I thought he'd be
clearing out as well." Winston asked.
"Don't know, I haven't seen him
since we came up here." Ray said glumly, starting to clear away the chess set by
the arched window. There was a light layer of dust on the black and white
"Wait." Winston said, he moved forward and performed the last
move to gain himself a win. "Checkmate." He added. "I'm gonna miss this place,
plenty of good memories." Winston mused, he then turned back to his
"I will as well." Ray said fondly, he then taped up a cardboard
box, ready for moving.
Janine typed away at the computer,
transferring the computer case files onto disks and printing them out for a
folder, she'd completed the case files from 1989 and had only gotten through a
few files in 1990 when she'd come across a password. She frowned as she saw the
password option, the word was already in the field, ************* appeared below
the file title, but she required the confirmation password. She pondered for a
few moments, then tried several combinations, however she was only rewarded with
a small klaxon and a failed attempt message. She was about to chuck the whole
thing in, when on a whim, she tried something. She typed in the following
"JANINEMELNITZ." She waited, and then looked in surprise as the
file opened up in front of her eyes:
GBI Case File
Subject: Makeoverus Lotsabucks
Class III Parasitic Spirit with physical manipulation capabilities
Reading: Valence III; -324 gev
The Ghostbusters became involved with the
incident with Makeoverus Lotsabucks when it was drawn to the attention of the
founding staff members that GBNY staff member Janine Melnitz's appearance had
manifested transformations over the preceding months, and even years, when the
founding staff members confronted GBNY staff member Janine Melnitz on the
strange occurrence, she responded negatively and stormed out of the building.
Later research revealed that GBNY staff member Janine Melnitz had been changing
her appeance via a 'Fairy Godmother' which in truth, turned out to be one
Makeoverus Lotsabucks, a parasitic spirit which used the vanity of a person to
control them, eventually destroying the subject's mind and converting them into
another Lotsabucks. GBNY staff member Janine Melnitz and the entity were tracked
down via the large PKE signature the parasitic spirit had, attempts to use GBNY
staff member Melnitz's Biorythm failed, either due to the slowly weakening of
her spirit, or the shift in her physical appearance altering her biorhythm
readings. When the founding staff members arrived in the vicinity GBNY staff
member Janine Menlitz was slowly undergoing the change to become a new
Lotsabucks, however, with the intervention of founding staff member Egon
Spengler the founding staff were able to bring GBNY staff member Melnitz out of
the control of Lotsabucks and then proceeded to trap and later incarcerate
Makeoverus Lotsabucks into the Ecto Containment Unit. Click here for the full
case file. Please also see GBI Case File GBNY-1985 3/310 concerning the entity
known as the Grundle. ES:jm
It is my direct
opinion that had staff member Egon Spengler not gotten into the situation when
he did, we may very well have lost Janine Melnitz. I believe, if anything, it
was his finally saying that he loved Janine Melnitz which broke Lotsabucks's
spell over her. I will continue to monitor Janine for the next few weeks in case
the changes had a lasting affect on her, however, I am confident that she won't
show any lasting signs or mental change due to the
Janine simply stared at the computer file. She
couldn't believe it...
Why was this kept from me? She thought as she
re-read the file. She'd realized Egon had been deeply unsettled by the accident,
but had she misinterpreted him this much? She didn't know what to say or think.
Was Egon alone in this, or were the rest of the guys involved as well? Peter
quickly descended the staircase and looked up at her briefly in mid step, the
look on her face froze him to the spot.
"Oh Shit." He said
Egon stood over by the staircase to the basement, he
leaned on the rail, he didn't want to face Janine and look her in the eye, from
what he'd heard from Peter, he was sure she'd be giving him something of a look
of betrayal. He wondered what else she may have rediscovered...he'd hate to
think what may have happened if she'd forgotten about what had occurred with
Louis, and then found out. But if that was the case, she wouldn't find out from
Peter, Ray or Winston, only Egon knew of what had happened.
did you keep this from me?" Janine pleaded, Egon finally looked up, he had a
expression of extreme embarrassment and mixed sorrow for what he'd
"I...I didn't want to hurt you." He replied sheepishly.
I had a right to know. We'd finally gotten together...I had a right to be told
everything that had happened during the bits of memory I lost. ...Is this why
Peter's been acting the way he has?" Janine asked. "Is this why he's been so
resentful along with the closing of the company?"
"I am willing to
conclude that it may have played a part in how he was acting recently." Egon
"I don't believe it...Egon, I expected more from you...I thought
we didn't have any secrets..." Janine was starting to break down. "How could you
do that to me? To Peter? To Ray and Winston, they're our friends."
didn't feel it would be in your best interests to tell you at that stage..."
Egon swallowed. "I asked them not to mention it until it was
"And that's meant to make me feel better? Egon, I'm insulted
by that...I'm disappointed in you...I thought we had something going...I think
I'm going to need some time to think this over..." Janine replied, shrugging on
her coat and handbag while also managing with her crutch. "See you around
Spengler, I guess you never truly know a person..." Janine replied, she then
walked over to the door, opened it and stepped out, closing it behind her. As
the door clicked closed, Egon's head lolled forward. He'd left the only woman
he's really care about after his mother walk out of his life, probably
"Peter was right..." Egon muttered, he then stood up and
walked over to the staircase, he felt awful, and he supposed that a sleep could
help to start making him recover the past few days. However the weight that he'd
caused a woman he deeply cared about to leave and that he'd created heavy
friction between his friends would haunt his dreams for many nights to
Five Years Later...
"Fu-doom!" The explosion
rocked the Firehouse, dust drifted around the lab as some of the equipment
toppled to the floor. Egon, bleary eyed pulled himself from the ruins of the
"Drat." he muttered, his vision was blurred. Though, this was
due to his glasses having been knocked off in the blast. He felt around the
floor for the familiar red frames, he snagged on one of the elbows and placed
them on his nose. They only improved his vision slightly, he then took them off
and worked his hands across all the vulnerable areas. Just as he though, both
lenses were cracked, and one of the arms was snapped. He slowly pulled himself
up, and maneuvered his way to a desk in the far corner of the lab. In the drawer
he kept a few spare sets of glasses in case such an incident happened. He felt
for the drawer, grabbed the metal handle and pulled it open, he then felt around
in the drawer and was rewarded with a pair of intact, red-rimmed glasses. Ah,
much better. He thought. He then studied the drawer and frowned, he was now
wearing the last pair of glasses that had been in the drawer. True, he had
become somewhat of a recluse outside of his employment at New York City College
in recent years, his experiments taking up greater time now that he had more
free time to work. And unfortunately, while he had groceries delivered when he
was too busy to shop, he had meant to get a fresh supply of glasses for some
time. However, due to the unexpected break in his experiment during the winter break
period less then a week before lectures at the college began again, he was able
to get that problem sorted out. He tidied himself up, washing away the soot and
so on, and was ready to leave the building. "Slimer! I'm going out to buy some
glasses, don't touch anything in the lab, or anything in the fridge." He shouted
to the resident ghost, and left the building. Though, from experience. He had
taken a Venkman-esque tactic, and hidden a bowl of his mother's chicken soup
with mushrooms in a box labeled: Steamed Broccolli. The upside was, that even had
Ray still been there, he didn't deliberately set the Ghostbusters' mascot on
Egon's food when it was labeled with the one food Slimer couldn't eat. It had
intrigued Egon to begin with, seeing how Slimer could eat almost anything,
including things that weren't supposed to be eaten or as Peter had surmised "He
eats everything that wasn't nailed down or on fire". Yet he couldn't eat steamed
broccoli. Peter had also remarked that maybe it was Slimer's
It only took ten minutes for Egon to make his way
to his regular opticians, though the place had changed since his last visit. It
seemed now it had been bought out by a bigger chain of opticians. He walked into
the shop, and looked around. A blonde haired girl in her late teens looked up
from a desk, noticed him and walked over to greet him.
sir, how can I help you?" She asked helpfully, flashing a friendly smile at
"Erm, yes. I'd like to come and re-new my perscription, I appear to
have run out of my supply of replacement glasses, and so would like to purchase
some more." Egon said, handing over the most recent copy of his perscription.
The girl, Julie, her badge informed him, studied the sheet of paper, then
frowned and looked at Egon.
"Would the set of glasses you are wearing be
the ones you were prescribed?" She asked.
"I'm sorry sir, but that brand hasn't been made since 1990,
discontinued due to falling profits." Julie said, sympathy in her eyes. Egon
blanched, he'd had that style of glasses...since forever, he'd had them right
through University, and before then. Since High School. The fact that he'd no
longer be able to wear them struck him hard...what would he do now? "However
Sir, we can always find you a new set." Egon nodded. Julie walked off towards a
wall with a large selection of glasses in all types and styles. Egon followed
along and stared at all of them. "Please may I have the pair you are wearing,
for size judgment?" Julie asked. Egon removed his trusty red frames, and handed
them to her, she studied them, then studied his face. "Now, please do tell me if
I say something too personal." She said. "Now...let me guess, did your glasses
slide down a lot?" She asked.
"They did." Egon was slightly amused, and
somewhat impressed with the young lady's guess.
"Thought so, your glasses
were a little too big for your nose, the bridge was a couple of fractions of an
inch too big, and so didn't grip well." She explained. "I'm also guessing that
you're in some sort of profession...maybe academia?" She
"Again correct." Egon admitted.
"I just had a
feeling..." She smiled. Then Egon realized why he'd had an uncomfortable sense
of deja vu when he'd met this woman, she was in some ways, like an old friend of
his. "Let's see, wire frames should do the trick, and with nose braces, they
shouldn't slide down your nose." She said. She then handed a pair of glasses to
Egon and he slipped them on. They in deed did fit better, he studied his
reflection in a small mirror quickly, not one for vanity. That was another
former member's forte.
"I suppose these will do." Egon
"I'll find another set, and get you a case for both the spare
set, and your originally prescribed set. They can still be used for reading at
night, but I think they're too fragile for anything too hectic." She admitted,
then walked away. Egon again stared at his reflection and frowned. He'd aged
considerably in the past few years, his hair had become unkempt, and so he had
tied it off in a ponytail instead of trying to work it back into the quiff he
used to have. And now with the changing of his glasses, it showed that he had
grown older. Some may describe it as distinguished, but for Egon, it was just
another sign that his Ghostbusting days were over. Julie returned quickly with
the glasses and they then moved over to the register to pay for his purchases,
with that accomplished, he left the store and made his way back to the
Firehouse. Just before he crossed the street to it, he studied the structure.
The red brick and stone structure had weathered badly, even after they'd
purchased it. The neon sign that hung above the large double doors was covered
in grime, the windows were in dire need of a clean, and the metal fence
separating the street and the alley was collapsing, no doubt it would have to be
replaced if he wanted to retain the level of security he'd been used to during
his sole inhabitance of the Firehouse...well, inhabiting it with Slimer anyway.
Admittedly, Egon did appreciate the quiet, now that his experiments were no
longer interrupted by the alarm going off...but he missed being able to consult
with Ray, he missed his friends. He even had to admit, he missed going out on a
job with his friends, busting ghosts...but the way they'd parted five years
before, and dispersed across the country ensured they probably wouldn't all be
meeting up again. He shook off the nostalgia and walked across the street. He
paused in front of the large double doors, fished out his keys and inserted a
slightly rusty brass key into the lock of one of the smaller portals. He pushed
the door open and stepped into the garage, he turned, closed the door and locked
it again. He then glanced around the garage. Most of the furniture had a thick
layer of dust covering the surfaces, and Ecto-1 was in a sorry state. The roof
rack had been cannibalized for experiments, and so the vehicle's light rigs and
roof equipment were no longer intact, several wires trailed from the vehicle's
roof as he slowly walked by. The room itself also showed age, several of the
tiles on the walls had fallen away, and there were signs of damp near the
ceiling. And in the air lingered a musty smell, almost like a tomb. The
Firehouse, and the remains of Ghostbusters International were in a sorry state.
But Egon's teaching job barely catered for his experiments and maintaining the
water, gas, internet and electricity for the Containment Unit. Which per Ray's
request, received a check-up every two days. Egon sighed, and made his way to
the lab. He had to clean up the mess if he wanted to continue with the
Peter Venkman sighed in frustration,
he then looked around his office. Displayed on the walls were film posters,
movie memorabilia and even a picture of the four guys, Slimer and Janine. He
then looked at the yuppie actor he'd been trying to peddle in Tinseltown, and had
been an almost complete failure so far.
"Randy...you're not what the
movie industry really wants...have you ever considered a life in psychology?"
Peter asked, steepling his fingers.
"You know...every time I failed, I
wondered if it were me. But I know now it's you Venkman, you've been holding me
back!" The actor fumed.
"Randy, I've been reasonable...I'd move heaven
and earth to get you a spot...but...you're just a really bad actor." Peter said,
leaning back in his faux-leather chair.
"Up yours Venkman!" The actor
jumped up, and stormed from the room. Peter regarded the empty seat for a few
moments, then leaned forward and pressed a button on the intercom on his
"Ms Jefferies, please cancel all my other meetings for today..."
"Yes sir, Dr. Venkman." A female voice replied. Peter sighed
again...it just wasn't right...she had no spirit, no spunk. She just wouldn't
fight, she was...too helpful. As much as he hated to admit it, he missed the
verbal sparing he'd had with Janine Melnitz, she was the first proper secretary
he'd had...and goddamit, nobody else even compared to her, she'd been an
unspoken friend. I wonder if she and Spengs ever got together... Peter drifted
off, the thought of his oldest friend created renewed anger, that Spengs, or all
people had instigated the unofficial closure of GBI. Sure, business was
dying...and those court orders back in the early 80s hadn't helped anything. But
it was like Ceaser and Brutus. But Peter couldn't blame him though...Egon had
unusually affected by his emotions...and had a fairly decent reason for doing it
too. His mind then drifted to the other two members of the team...where were
"Good afternoon, welcome to Hugh's
Commuter jets, this flight is from Montana to Washington DC, I'm your Captain,
Winston Zeddemore, on the behalf of the cabin crew I wish you a pleasant
flight." Winston said into the intercom. When he switched the device off, he
released a sigh a few moments before they taxied off along the runway. Winston
looked at a pair of photographs that he's been able to tape to the panel to his
left, the first depicted a small girl with a smile which had a tooth missing,
this was Charlene Zeddemore, aged four. Holding Charlene's shoulders and smiling
towards the camera was Kaila Zeddemore, who had long black hair and deep, almost
mysterious brown eyes. Winston's eyes then shifted to the second photo. It was a
photo showing all of the staff members of GBI, including Louis and Janine.
Winston regarded the photo sadly as to what had happened only a few months
after it had been taken. He hadn't seen any of them since Ray's wedding the previous summer; but as far as he knew Ray was working at the University of Idaho,
Peter was in LA, that Egon was still in New York and that Janine and Louis
had gotten married a few years after the company broke up. It saddened Winston
to know two of his friends who had finally known that they loved each other had
ended so...well...tragically. However, Winston had to abandon his thoughts as his
Co-Pilot nudged him.
"C'mon Winston, last flight for the day, don't go
out on me." He smirked. Winston then prepped himself as they prepared for take
Ray stood beside the car and shivered, this was not what
he'd expected to be doing, selling cars in Colorado. Not long before, he'd been
teaching at Stanford and later the University of Idaho, but that had ended abruptly. As he waited for customers in
the dilapidated car lot, his mind went back to what had happened. After GBI had closed down he'd been offered a job to teach at Stanford, it
had been a dream come true. However, it eventually went bad, as did his subsequent gig in Idaho, and it just wasn't the same, especially
without his colleagues to be there with him...but Egon was still in New York,
teaching as a lecturer as he recalled, and Peter had eventually moved out to LA
with Dana and Oscar, from the last message he received from Peter recently, he
was doing okay as a publicity agent in Tinsel-town, he'd even mentioned a little
bit about his working to get a new script by Dan Aykroyd made into a third movie
by Columbia, now owned by Sony, however he'd also mentioned a certain actor who
played him in a previous movie as a 'stuck up A-list Prick' who'd been blocking
his attempts to revitalize the dormant franchise rights. But, that had been a
while ago, and he hadn't received any fresh news.
class, today we're going to do a little experimentation with a cyclotron and
some chemicals, now, usually, when put together, these chemicals would create a
dangerous explosive, however they are currently separated." Ray replied, as he
moved he knocked a pair of the bottles over, they began to roll down the
workbench and the entire class watched in fear. "Erm...now would be a very good
time to test our your duck and cover technique." Ray replied as he hit the
ground, moments later the rest of the class did as a explosion flared up in the
far corner of the room.
He dropped out of the reminiscing when
a couple strode towards him. Business time, he throught tiredly.
Egon studied himself in the mirror, making sure he looked
respectable in his blue sweater and shirt combo. His hair was tied back and his
newly acquired wire-rim glasses sat on his nose, he looked all the part of a
college professor. Placed on a table behind him was a leather briefcase which
contained Egon's notes for his first lecture of the autumn term, he didn't know
how large the class would be, but the job did allow him to pay the bills and to
continue one of his more pleasurable pursuits, researching the paranormal, both
in a bid to keep up to date with the scientific community and to help expand his
recently published Spengler's Spirit Guide. Satisfied that he looked
professional, he turned and picked up the briefcase, his eyes wandered briefly
to the glass case which stood in the rec room, it had been a odd, wistful idea
at the time, of placing a store mannequin with a Proton Pack and one of the old
uniforms into the display case, it had been Egon's intent to possibly open the
Firehouse for tours, but the idea had been abandoned soon after. Egon moved
past the rec room to the staircase, left on the coffee table were a pair of PKE
Meters that Egon had been dismantling and swapping components for, nearby Slimer
dozed, not seeming to have heard Egon's movement. He quickly descended the
staircase and over to the garage doors, he paused, grabbed his coat from the
coat stand near the garage's office, and then continued out of the Firehouse,
locking the door behind him. On his way out, he'd passed a small mount of
letters, presumably bills and possibly the odd correspondence, he wasn't sure
just how long he'd let the pile of envelops grow...but by his estimation it
could be a few months...or up to a year's worth of unopened mail. However, now
was not the time to worry about outdated post. The commute on the Subway would
take him slightly less then half an hour to travel to the college, driving
Ecto-1 would be unacceptable, the car's engine and other components were in a
shocking state with the resident mechanic having no longer lived in the premises
and even if the car's engine was as good in 1997 as it had been in 1991, the
car's license had run out long ago.
Egon arrived slightly late
for the lecture, Paranormal Phenomenon (101), however, it appeared that it wasn't
much of a trouble, his largest class yet, four students sat before him talking
quietly. He noted with slight amusement that the sole girl, who appeared the
match the general description of the youth culture known as 'Goths' was sat next
to a considerable pile of occult related books, including his own Spirit
"...like those ghost blasting things." An African-American said as
Egon walked out onto the stage.
"Proton Guns." Egon replied. "Actually to
be more accurate, ectoplasmic molecular displacement beams." Egon continued as
he reached the podium.
"It's Egon Spengler!" The Goth girl said
"I'm all a twitter." A Latino sat in the same row replied
sarcastically. Egon set his briefcase down, opened it and started to go through
his notes, he then turned to face the small class, he crossed his arms as he
leaned against the desk.
"Four people are taking this class?" Egon
"The average student just isn't as enlightened enough to be
interested in the paranormal." The Goth replied sympathetically.
turnout!" Egon replied, surprising the group. "Double the class size I had last
semester" Egon replied.
"Excuse me Professor, am I late?" A female
It was him, alright, it had been more than five
years since they'd seen each other, but he was still pretty much the same to
her, albeit slightly older and with his hair tied into a ponytail. She'd stopped
by at the Firehouse earlier, she still had her old door key, and surprise
surprise, he'd never gotten around to changing the locks. But her being there
only made her feel more inclined to see him again, even if as a
"No, we were just getting..." He looked up, he
couldn't believe it was her, he hadn't seen her in almost a decade, but to him,
she'd hardly aged at all, however, it was obvious that her appearance had
eventually shifted back from the reversal of the effects caused by Makeoverus
Lotsabucks. But she was really there, walking down the ramp towards the small
class. "Janine?" He asked, stupefied.
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