Ghostbusters
(Jared's POV)
Firehouse....
I've been hanging out with the Ghostbusters for a while and they managed to trust me, especially after I got them, their iconic location from the franchise I know so well. Renovations were in full swing at Hook & Ladder. Peter supervised Marty and watched him put up a sign that read 'GHOSTBUSTERS' in small type face.
"You don't think it's too subtle, Marty? You don't think people are going to drive down and not see the sign?" Peter asked.
Marty turned his head to Peter and shook his head. A worker walked across with wood. Another came down the ladder across from Marty. A dark black hearse drove up to the firehouse.
Peter tried to peer inside, "You can't park that here!
Ray got out of the car, "Everybody can relax, I found the car. Needs some suspension work and shocks, and brakes, brake pads, linings, steering box, transmission, rear end."
"How much?" Peter asked.
"Only $4800." Ray said.
"$4800 for an iconic car like this one." I said, while Peter was shocked, not in a good way. "What else are you thinking?"
"Maybe new rings, also mufflers, a little wiring." Ray said, looking at me.
Janine Melnitz, the Ghostbusters' secretary, sat at her desk on the first floor of the Firehouse reading a People Weekly magazine. Peter walked to her desk with a file under his right arm.
"Janine, any calls?" Peter asked.
"No." Janine said.
"Any messages?"
"No."
"Any customers?"
Janine looked up at Peter, "No, Dr. Venkman."
"Good job, isn't it? Type something, will you? We're paying you for this stuff." Peter Venkman said, continuing on into his office area behind hers. "Don't stare at me. You've got the bug eyes. Janine? Sorry about the 'bug eyes' thing. I'll be in my office."
Egon emerged from under Janine's desk.
Janine smiled, "You're very handy. I can tell. I bet you like to read a lot, too."
"Print is dead." Egon said, as he went around and squatted behind Janine's computer and checked the connections.
"Oh, that's very fascinating to me. I read a lot myself. Some people think I'm too intellectual..." Janine said, and Egon looked at her. "...but I think it's a fabulous way to spend your spare time. I also play racquetball. Do you have any hobbies?"
She took off her glasses.
"I collect spores, molds and fungus." Egon said.
"Egon, you should date Janine at some point." I said, when Dana Barrett entered the Firehouse through the inner door of the big door on the left.
"Hello?" Dana asked, getting no answer and walked past the Cadillac while Ray was head first under the hood ratcheting something.
"Me dating Egon." Janine said, as there were a bunch of different sprays atop the tool cabinet like the red CRC Brake Fluid. "That is a possibility."
A Diet Coke rested on a drawer pulled out. Ray looked up confused. Dana walked over to Janine Melnitz. She filed her nails.
"Oh. Excuse me. Is this --? This is the Ghostbusters' office?" Dana asked.
"Yes, it is. Can I help you?" Janine asked.
Peter peaked up from his office like a gopher out of its hole.
"I don't have an appointment. I'd like to talk to someone, please." Dana said.
Peter bolted to them. He narrowly jumped over the office gate.
Peter introduced himself in a polite voice, "I'm Peter Venkman. May I help you?"
"Um. Well, I don't know. What I'm about to say may sound a little unusual." Dana said.
"Oh, that's all we get day in, day out around this place. Come into my office, Miss..." Peter said.
"Peter..." I said, and Janine looks up at Peter in disbelief.
"Barrett, Dana Barrett." Dana said, while she was hooked up to the Aura-Video Analyzer.
"Come on, Dana." I said, walking up to Dana and leading the way to the second floor. "Follow me."
Dana was now upstairs on the second floor being interviewed by Peter, Ray, Egon, and I. The Analyzer's monitor displayed Dana's head in several different colors.
Dana was at the end of her story, "And this voice said 'Zuul', and then I slammed the refrigerator door and I left. That was two days ago, and I haven't been back to my apartment."
"Guys, nothing has changed from how I remember it so far." I said, sipping on my can of Coca Cola. "It has played out the same. Besides me being here of course."
"Oh, alright then. Thank you for letting me know." Peter said, looking at me.
"You're welcome."
"Generally you don't see that kind of behavior in a major appliance. What do you think it was?" Peter asked, as Ray switched off the Analyzer's monitor.
Egon was seated next to Dana looking at her with a head light. He removed the diodes from her head.
Dana got annoyed, "Well, if I knew what it was I wouldn't be here."
"Egon, what do you think?" Peter asked, and Egon turned to Peter with his head lamp still on.
Peter was blinded. He swatted at the air until Egon clicked the light off. Peter opened his eyes.
"She's telling the truth. At least, she thinks she is." Egon said.
"Well, of course I'm telling the truth! Wh-who would make up a story like that?" Dana asked.
"Some are people who just want attention. Others, just nutballs who come in off the street." Peter said.
Ray, with a Budweiser can in his hand, started to speculate.
"You know what it could be? Past life experience intruding on present time." Ray said, sitting.
"Maybe it could be an alien." I said, while Egon walked over to couch and grabbed a Cheez-Its box. "Or a time traveler."
"Could be erased memories stored in the collective unconscious. I wouldn't rule out clairvoyance or telepathic contact, either." Egon said.
Dana was skeptical and scoffed, "I'm sorry, I don't believe in any of those things."
Peter went next to Dana.
"Well, that's all right. I don't either." Peter said, as Egon, Ray, and I exchanged looks. "But there are some things we do..." He walked behind Dana and gestured to Ray, Egon, and I to make something up. "...standard procedures we carry out in a case like this which often bring us results."
"Well, I could go down to hall of records and check out the structural details in the building. Maybe the building itself has a history of psychic turbulence." Ray said.
"Right. Good idea." Peter said.
"I could look for the name Zuul in the usual literature." Egon said.
"Spates Catalog." Ray said.
"Tobin's Spirit Guide."
"Yeah."
"Tell you what. Jared and I will take Miss Barrett back to her apartment and check her out." Peter said, and Dana looked up at him. "We'll go check out Miss Barrett's apartment. Okay?"
"Dana, we'll keep the ghosts out if there are any." I said, while I looked at Dana. "If that is okay with you."
Dana nodded, "Okay."
Peter quietly grumbled about his flub.
"Thank you." Dana said.
"It's okay." Dana said, getting up and walked away.
Peter smacked his head and made a face as we followed her.
Dana's apartment...
The Shandor building loomed amid the buildings in Manhattan. Dana slowly opened her door and inched in. Peter swung the door open.
"Please, let me. Let me. If something's gonna happen here, I want it to happen to me first." Peter said, bolting over to Dana and opened the door behind her while pointing the Ghost Sniffer around.
"That's the closet." Dana said.
Peter went to the piano. He lifted the cover and played the two highest notes over and over.
They hate this. I like to torture them. That's right, boys. It's Dr. Venkman!" Peter said, staying in the middle of the room and used the Sniffer.
"Show off." I said, while Dana looked around and started to take her coat off. "There is a lot of space, Dana. Is it just you living here?"
"Yes." Dana said.
"Good." Peter said, as Dana pondered what he meant. "So, do you know what's going on here?"
"I do." I said, and I am looking at some books stacked on a table. "The Ghostbusters is nice and all. But it feels like home at times."
"What is that thing you're doing?" Dana asked, looking at Peter.
"It's technical. It's one of our little toys." Peter said.
"I see."
"Oh, what's in there?" I asked, while I quickly went to another door. "Is it safe?"
"Yeah. It's safe. That's the bedroom, but nothing ever happened in there." Dana said.
Peter walked over to the bedroom door and looked inside then closed the door, "What a crime."
Dana paused, "You know, the both of you don't act like scientists."
"They're usually pretty stiff." Peter said.
"You're more like a game show host." Dana said, as Peter was at a loss.
"I have a good one in case you were to become one, Peter." I said, and Peter looked at me. "You should call it 'The World of the Psychic'."
"Not a bad title." Peter said, while he turned his head again. "That's the kitchen, huh?"
Dana nodded her head.
Peter pushed the door open with me behind him. Dana turned the light on. Everything was still there from when Dana left. Peter tossed the paper bag aside.
"Dana, are these the eggs you were talking about?" I asked, looking down at the eggs.
"Yes, see, I was over there, and these eggs just jumped right out of their shells and started to cook on the counter." Dana said.
"Well, that's weird. Or normal for me. I have seen weirder."
"And that's when I went to hear that awful noise coming from the refrigerator." Dana said, as Peter lifted up the lettuce and the cooked eggs. "Dr. Venkman, Mr. Shay, you two have come all this way. Would you like to check the refrigerator?"
"I'll check the fridge. Good call." Peter said, and Dana sighed before he slowly opened the refrigerator a crack. "Oh, my God." Dana became worried as Peter opened it wider. "Look at all the junk food."
Dana got frustrated, "No, God damn it! Look, this wasn't here."
Peter took out an Oscar Mayer salami pack, "You actually eat this stuff?"
Dana took it away.
"Look. This wasn't here. There was nothing here. There was a space..." Dana said, and Peter lifted the lid off a ceramic dish, it didn't smell good to him."and there was a building or something with flames coming out of it, and there were creatures writhing around and they were growling and snarling! And there were flames and I heard a voice say 'Zuul'. It was right here."
"I'm sorry, I'm just not getting any reading." Peter said.
"Well, Dr. Venkman, are you sure you're using that thing correctly?" Dana asked.
"Well, I think so. But I'm sure there are no animals in there." Peter said.
"Well, that's great. Either there's a monster in my kitchen or I'm completely crazy."
"I don't think you're crazy." Peter said.
"Good, that makes me feel so much better." Dana said, walking away.
"Dana, you're not crazy." I said, while on the top shelf was a Coca-Cola, New Coke, Wish Bone dressing, and a case of Perrier. "I promise."
"You're only saying that to make me feel better." Dana said, as on the second shelf was a Smuckers Strawberry jar.
Peter and I followed Dana back into the living room.
"Let me tell you something about myself. I come home from work to my place, and all I have is my work. There's nothing else in my life." Peter said, and he sat down on the couch.
"Dr. Venkman..." Dana said.
"I meet you and I say, 'My God, there's someone with the same problem I have.'" Peter said.
"Yes. We both have the same problem. You." Dana said, while Peter stood and faced her.
"I'm gonna go for broke. I am madly in love with you." Peter said, as Dana scoffed and looked away from him.
"I don't believe this. Will you and Jared please leave?" Dana said.
Peter self-narrated out loud, "And then she threw me out of her life. She thought I was a creep. She thought I was a geek, and she probably wasn't the first..."
"You are so odd." Dana said, and Peter stopped at the front door and turned to her."No."
"I've got it!"
"No, no, no, no, no."
"I'll prove myself to you."
"That's not necessary." Dana said, while she started to guide Peter to the door with me standing in the hall.
"Yeah. I'll solve your little problem." Peter said.
"Okay."
"And then you'll say, 'Pete Venkman's a guy who can get things done.'"
"Right."
"'I wonder what makes him tick!'"
"I wonder."
"'I wonder if he'd be interested in knowing what makes me tick?'"
"Right!"
"I bet you're going to be thinking about me after I'm gone." Peter said, as Dana smiled as he stepped out into the hall.
"I bet I am." Dana said, and before she could completely close the door, Peter stuck his face back in.
"No kiss?" Peter asked, while Dana pushed his face out the door and slammed it shut.
"No kiss. Not now." I said, as Louis Tully came out, thinking it was Dana, and tried to go in but he was locked out. "Too early."
"Was what she said real?" Peter asked, and Louis stood with his back to his door. "About Zuul?"
"Spoilers." I said, while Peter sauntered down the hall in thought with me behind him. "Let's go back to the guys."
Firehouse...
It was evening. Peter, Ray, Egon, and I sat at a small round table on the second floor and ate takeout Chinese. A snippet of 'In The Name of Love' played.
Peter raised his Budweiser can and to make a toast, "To our first customer."
Ray raised his Budweiser can, "To our first and only customer."
Egon stopped working on a particle thrower and raised his TaB can. I raised my can of Pepsi Free. We drank.
"I'm going to need to take out some petty cash. We should take her out to dinner. We don't want to lose her." Peter said.
"Seriously? Going out? Not worth it." I said, as Ray waved his chopsticks in a loose circle.
"You're right. We can't go out. Uh, this magnificent feast here represents the last of the petty cash." Ray said, looking at me.
Peter stared in shock and before Ray could take a bite...
"Hey, slow down. Chew your food." Peter said.
Janine's phone rang just as she was taking off her heels and putting on tennis shoes.
"Hello, Ghostbusters. Yes, of course they're serious." Janine said, talking into the phone and she paused and sat back down. "You do? You have? No kidding." She readied a pencil. "Uh-huh. Well, just, uh, just give me the address. Yes, of course. Oh, they'll be totally discreet. Thank you." Janine grinned and hung up then yelled. "We got one!"
"Finally!" I said, and Janine slammed down the alarm bell buzzer while the klaxon activated as the Ghostbusters and I looked up. "Our first real one."
"Yeah! It's a call!" Ray said, excitedly.
A snippet from 'Cleanin' Up The Town' began to play. In the corner past the entrance to the sleeping quarters were three arcades: Missile Command, Star Castle, and Star Gazer. Ray ran to the pole in the foreground and went down first. Egon stood up and straightened his tie.
Ray landed on the first floor, yelped, then rushed to open his foot locker in the middle, "Come on!"
I slit down the pole and took out Ebb and Flow with some modifications to it for where it worked like a Proton Pack and Ghost Trap just in case. I entered the car quickly, knowing where we're going now.
Ray kicked off his shoes and readied his flightsuit as Peter landed with a carton. Egon yelped as he slid down. Ray had his flightsuit half on from the waist down. The front doors started to open, and revealed the license plate, 'ECTO-1'. The headlights turned on. The roof lights and siren turned on. Ecto-1 sped out of the Firehouse, took a left, then another left.
Sedgewick Hotel...
The camera held a close-up on the Sedgewick Hotel logo. Ecto-1 drove up to the Sedgewick Hotel and parked out in front, between two yellow taxi cabs. A man at the curb backed up. The camera held a close-up on the Ghostbusters logo on the door of Ecto-1.
The doormen opened the hotel's front doors. The Ghostbusters and I entered the lobby. People outside and passing them by inside stared and gawked at them. The hotel manager was on the right on the phone with his back to the Ghostbusters.
"Hey, anybody seen a ghost?" Peter Venkman asked.
"Huh?" A beautiful woman asked, passing by us.
A beautiful woman passed by them. The three Ghostbusters all stared and smiled. The hotel manager walked up from behind us.
"Uh, thank you for coming so quickly." The hotel manager said.
"Jesus!" Peter said, while we walked together down the main hall.
"The guests are starting to ask questions and I'm running out of excuses."
"Has it happened before? The ghost sighting?" I asked, tossing Peter, Ray, and Egon, three cases of the Eye-5s, also known as the Torchwood contact lenses. "Wear those while we're here."
"The Eye-5s?" Ray asked, putting on the contact lenses as Peter and Egon did the same. "Okay."
"Well, where was the ghost?" I asked, taking out my laptop from inside my bag.
"Well, most of the original staff knows about the twelfth floor." The hotel manager said.
"Uh huh." Peter said.
"The disturbances, I mean."
"Yeah."
"But it's been quiet for years up until two weeks ago. It was never, ever this bad, though."
Peter patted the hotel manager on the left shoulder.
"Did you ever report it to anyone?" Egon asked.
The Manager was mortified, "No. Heavens, no."
"Oh, no. You kidding?" Peter asked.
"Peter..." I said, while Egon rolled his eyes.
"The owners don't even like us to talk about it." The hotel manager said.
"No." Peter said.
"I hope we can take care of this quietly."
"It's done."
"Tonight."
Ray readied his Ecto Goggles off his belt, "Yes, sir. Don't worry. We handle this kind of thing all the time."
Some time has passed and I have my laptop out of my bag. I connected my headphones to my laptop for me to be able to hear what the three Ghostbusters are hearing and seeing while I'm in the hotel lobby. I have a cup of a mocha frappuccino out, knowing that this will be a long one.
Ray placed the Ecto Goggles on his head. Egon, Peter, and Ray headed to the elevators. A man already waiting looked at them.
"What are you supposed to be, some kind of a cosmonaut?" A man at the elevator asked, on the laptop screen.
"Cosmonaut." I said, as Peter chuckled. "Yeah. They go into space."
"No, we're exterminators. Somebody saw a cockroach up on twelve." Peter said, and the elevator doors on the left opened.
"That's gotta be some cockroach." The man at the elevator said, on screen.
"Bite your head off, man." Peter said, on screen.
A man and woman stepped out of the elevator. They gawked at them. Peter and Egon walked in.
Ray was about to then spun around, "Going up?"
"I'll take the next one." The man at the elevator said, on screen.
Ray backed into the elevator. It closed. The man put his cigar back in his mouth.
Elevator/Hotel lobby...
As the elevator went up, Ray sighed.
"You know, it just occurred to me, we really haven't had a completely successful test of this equipment." Ray said, on screen.
"I blame myself." Egon said, on screen.
"So do I." Peter said, on screen.
"Well, no sense worrying about it now." Ray said, on screen.
"Why worry? Each of us is wearing an unlicensed nuclear accelerator on his back."
"That is true." I said, as Ray had not realized he was being sarcastic. "The three of you are."
"Yep. Let's get ready. Switch me on." Ray said, and Egon turned on a switch behind him.
As it activated, Egon backed up, making Peter move aside from his spot.
Floor 12/Hotel lobby...
The elevator dinged and the Ghostbusters exited onto the twelfth floor. Ray readied his particle thrower, looked around like a soldier, and motioned to them with his head. Peter walked out like normal. Egon switched on his particle thrower. They followed Peter in a line. A chambermaid entered the hall humming to herself. Ray and Egon turned, shouted, and blasted her cart with the proton streams.
"Hold it!" Peter said, angrily on screen.
The chambermaid peered out from behind the cart, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Sorry." Ego said, on screen.
"Sorry." Peter said, on screen.
"I'm sorry." Ray said, on screen.
"We thought you were someone else." Peter said, turning to Ray and Egon. "Successful test."
"I guess so. So, uh, I think we'd better split up." Ray said, on screen.
"Good idea." Egon said, on screen.
"Yeah, we can do more damage that way." Peter said, on screen.
"Or gets killed or kidnapped." I said, while Egon went down a hallway and scanned around with his P.K.E. Meter. "That's what you get by splitting up."
Peter walked down a hall. The TV from someone's room could be heard.
"...you may be right. If so, we will need..." A male actor said, nearby.
I am drinking the mocha frappuccino from Starbucks while enjoying the show safe and sound in the hotel lobby. Ray walked around as he smoked. He came around a corner and saw Slimer pigging out at a room service cart out in the hall. Ray was shocked. His cigarette hung from his open mouth.
"Venkman? Venkman!" Ray said, getting no response and turned back to Slimer. "Ugh... disgusting blob. I'm going to have to hold it myself."
Ray charged on the thrower, aimed, and fired at Slimer. He missed and struck the wall. Slimer roared in shock. He flew away and passed through a wall. The cart trailed after Slimer and collided with a table. The vase on the table shot straight up into the air. Egon walked slowly down a hall in a bent down position. A man walked to his room. Egon scanned his shoes and stood up. He poked the man but was disappointed he wasn't a ghost. Peter came around a corner and face-to-face with Slimer as it hovered on the other side of the hall. He grabbed his walkie-talkie off his belt without taking his eyes of Slimer.
"Come in, Ray." Peter said, on screen.
Ray unhooked his walkie-talkie from his belt. He was still excited.
"Venkman! I saw it! I saw it! I saw it!" Ray said, on screen.
"It's right here, Ray. It's looking at me." Peter said, on screen.
Ray's voice came over Peter's walkie.
"He's an ugly little spud, isn't he?" Ray asked, on screen.
"I think he can hear you, Ray." Peter said, on screen.
"Don't move. It won't hurt you." Ray said, on screen.
"Slimer!" I said, as the Slimer took off from Ray's side of the hall and roared.
Peter screamed and shielded his face. Ray ran to the hall where Peter was.
"Venkman! Venkman! Pete!" Ray said, on screen.
By the time Ray arrived, Slimer was long gone. Peter was lying on the floor drenched in Ectoplasm.
"Venkman, what happened? Are you okay?" Ray asked, on screen.
Peter spat out some Ectoplasm, "He slimed me."
"That's great! Actual physical contact! Can you move?" Ray asked.
Egon came over the walkie-talkie, "Ray. Ray! Come in please."
"I feel so funky." Peter said, on screen.
"Spengler! I'm with Venkman. He got slimed!" Ray said, on screen.
"That's great, Ray. Save some for me. Get down here right away! It just went into a ballroom." Egon said, on screen.
"Okay, we'll be right there." Ray said, on screen.
"Hurry up and catch that ghost already." I said, smiling.
"We're trying." Ray said, on screen.
There was a sign that read, 'Sedgewick New York City Today Eastside Theatre Guild Midnight Buffet'. Ray, Egon, and Peter were in the doorway of a ballroom. Ray grinned to the Hotel Manager.
"Okay, sir. If you and your staff could please wait out here, we'll take care of everything." Ray said, on screen.
Ballroom/Hotel lobby...
Egon and Ray closed the doors and locked them.
Ray peaked out from brown curtains and scanned the ballroom with his Ecto Goggles. From Ray's point of view, he looked at some tables then he sighted Slimer flying around a chandelier. The Ecto Goggles pinged and the readout on the left side went green. A number "01333.5" was displayed.
"There it is. On the ceiling." Ray said, on screen.
"That's the one that got me." Peter said, on screen.
They slowly stepped out from the curtain.
"All right, boys. Ready? Throw it!" Ray said, on screen.
All three fired at Slimer. They missed and nailed the chandelier. Slimer flew away. The chandelier fell on table and smashed it. The Hotel Manager heard the crash and became worried. Mrs. Van Hoffman turned her head.
"Careful!" I said, sipping on my mocha frappuccino.
The hotel manager grabbed the door knob but the ballroom was still locked.
"I did that. I did that. That's my fault." Ray said, on screen.
"It's okay. The table broke the fall." Peter said, on screen.
"There's something very important I forgot to tell you." Egon said, on screen.
"What?"
"Don't cross the streams."
Peter looked side to side, "Why?"
"It would be bad."
"I'm fuzzy on the whole good/bad thing. What do you mean, 'bad'?" Peter asked, on screen.
"Try to imagine all life as you know it stopping instantaneously and every molecule in your body exploding at the speed of light." Egon said, on screen.
"Total protonic reversal." Ray said, on screen.
"In other words..." I said, sadly. "Boom!"
I am still sipping down on my mocha frappuccino while taking out a croissant to snack on.
"Right, that's bad. Okay, important safety tip. Thanks, Egon. All right, Ray, take the left. Egon, take the right." Peter said, heading straight down and the Slimer chugged a bottle. "Okay, Ray. Give me one eye on the outside... Ray!" The Slimer stopped drinking and panicked while Ray opened fire and the Slimer yelped and flew away. "Egon!"
Egon fired. He totally destroyed crystal ware, a three layer cake, and many, many dishes. Slimer flew behind the bar. Egon opened fire. Slimer flew away. Egon kept firing into the bar. Peter and Ray looked up at Slimer.
"Okay, all right. Hold it, hold it, hold it! Whoa! Nice shooting, Tex!" Peter said, on screen.
The Slimer panted near the ceiling.
(Open POV)
The hall...
The Hotel Manager spoke with Mrs. Van Hoffman.
"I-I assure you, Mrs. Van Hoffman, there is no problem with the room. It will be ready promptly, in time, as soon as your guests are with us." The Hotel Manager said.
Hotel ballroom...
Ray hustled, "The last throw took something out of him, but he's gonna move. I need some; I need some room to put the trap down. Give me some room."
Peter and Egon threw a table aside. The crash it made could be heard outside.
The hall...
A trio of Asian men, young, middle, and senior, in business suits, turned and looked at the ballroom doors as they walked past the Hotel Manager and Mrs. Van Hoffman.
"If you'll excuse me, please." The hotel manager said, leaving Van Hoffman and walked back to the doors.
The hotel manager tried the door knobs again then whispered something into the ears of Donald, an Hotel employee in a brown suit and bow tie, standing outside the ballroom. Van Hoffman walked back to the woman and two men she came with. Donald clumsily ran off.
"What is going on?" A brunette woman asked.
(Jared's POV)
Hotel ballroom/Hotel lobby...
Peter and Egon threw another table. Ray held a Trap.
"We gotta get this in the clear." Ray said, on screen.
Peter held out his hands to stop, "Wait, wait, wait! I've always wanted to do this."
"We're almost done." I said, while Peter pulled the white tablecloth out from under a table while Egon threw a chair aside. "Good luck."
All the dishes and utensils were upended. But...
"And... The flowers are still standing!" Peter said, on screen.
Ray pushed a Trap across the floor. Peter and Egon looked down at it. Ray looked up at Slimer.
"Okay, on my go-signal. Spengler, I want a confinement stream from you, okay? Go!" Ray said, on screen.
Egon fired and wrangled Slimer in his Proton Stream. Slimer whimpered.
"Okay, hold him up there. He's gonna move. Hold him up. Go!" Ray said, on screen.
Peter fired and wrangled Slimer, too.
"It's working, Ray!" Egon said, on screen.
"Start bringing him down. Start bringing him down. You got him. Don't cross the stream." Ray said, on screen.
"Maybe now you'll never slime a guy with a positron collider, huh?" Peter asked, on screen.
"Venkman, shorten your stream. I don't want my face burned off." Egon said, on screen.
"Of course you don't, Egon." I said, laughing a lot.
Peter looked down at his thrower in confusion.
Ray was now wearing his Ecto Goggles, "All right. I'm opening the trap now. Don't look directly into the trap."
Ray stomped the trap pedal. The Trap opened, a bright vortex shot out and started to pull in Slimer.
Egon's eyes widened with worry, "I looked at the trap, Ray."
"Turn your streams off as soon as I close the trap. Get ready. I'm closing it. Now!" Ray said, stomping the pedal and the Trap began to close as Peter and Egon ceased fire and turned away.
Ray shielded his vision. Slimer moaned and was trapped. Peter peeked around with one eye open. The Trap beeped and a red light blinked constantly. Egon got down on one knee and touched the Trap. Peter slightly nudged it with a foot. Blue electricity arced briefly. Egon looked up at them.
"It's in there." Egon said, on screen.
Peter aimed at the Trap, "Hey!"
"Well, that wasn't such a chore, now, was it?" Ray asked.
Egon was speechless.
(Open POV)
The hall...
The Hotel Manager snapped his left fingers. Another employee had arrived.
"Mr. Smith, quickly. I want that door open now! Donald, stand over there." The hotel manager said.
The Hotel Manager bent and closely observed Smith. Just as Mr. Smith was about the open the door, the Ghostbusters came out. Mr. Smith backed away to the manager's left. The Hotel Manager backed up. Donald's eyes got big.
"We came, we saw, we kicked its ass!" Peter said, happily.
"Did you see it? What is it?" The hotel manager asked.
Outside in the hall, there was now a sizable crowd. Jared joined the sizable crowd, now wearing a hoodie that is in the color scheme of the Ghostbusters uniform.
"We got it." Ray said.
"They worked hard too." Jared said, as Peter turned away from Mrs. Van Hoffman and got out a blue notepad and pen from the pocket under his name tag.
"What is it? Will there be any more of them?" The hotel manager asked.
Egon held his electrical gloves. Ray looked at the smoking Trap. The Hotel Manager took out his handkerchief and covered his nose and mouth.
Ray coughed, "Sir, what you have there is what we refer to as a focused, non-terminal repeating phantasm, or a Class Five full roaming vapor. Real nasty one, too."
Peter eyed Egon as he spoke.
"And now..." Peter said, and he cleared his throat twice. "... let's talk seriously. Now, for the entrapment, we're gonna have to ask you... Egon flashed four fingers against his left cheek to Peter "...for four big ones. Four thousand dollars for that. But we are having a special this week on proton charging and storage of the beast..." Egon nodded and touched the tip of his nose with his right index finger. "...and that's only going to come to one thousand dollars, fortunately."
"In other words, we want five thousand dollars." Jared said, happily. "We need it for the amount of everything."
The Manager stiffened up.
"Five thousand dollars? I had no idea it would be so much. I won't pay it." The hotel manager said, stuffing his handkerchief back in his suit pocket.
"It's okay. We can put our Slimer friend back into the ballroom. Thank you for your time." Jared said, smiling.
"We certainly can, Mr Shay." Ray said, while the Ghostbusters and their fanboy turned back towards the ballroom.
The Manager ran to them and caved.
"No, no, no, no!" The hotel manager said, running up to Ray and grabbed his arm. "All right! Anything."
The Hotel Manager patted Ray's left arm.
Peter ripped an invoice out of his notepad, "Thanks so much."
Peter handed the Hotel Manager the bill, patted his arm, and walked down the hall with Ray and Jared close behind. Donald turned his head and watched them leave. Egon started walking down the hall.
"Thank you. Hope we can help you again. Coming through! Watch out! One Class Five full roaming vapor! Watch out!" Ray said, angrily.
New York City...
Dana Barrett performed sit-ups on the floor of her living room while she watched a news report from WABC-TV's Roger Grimsby in the studio at 7 Lincoln Square on the Upper West Side. The Ghostbusters' symbol and 'GHOSTS?' were in a white square in the upper left corner.
"Morning, I'm Roger Grimsby. Today, the entire eastern seaboard is alive with talk of incidents of paranormal activity. Alleged ghost sightings and related supernatural occurrences have been reported..." Roger Grimsby said, while Dana stopped doing her sit ups. "...across the entire tri-state area."
Day...
A reporter stood at the corner of Broadway and Chambers Street near 280 Broadway.
"Well, everybody's heard ghost stories around the campfire. Heck, my grandma used to spin yarns about a spectral locomotive that would rocket past the farm where she grew up. But now, as if some unforeseen authority..." A reporter said, as people walked by behind him.
Vehicles drove past. A bearded man in denim came into the shot and peered at the reporter and his cameraman.
Firehouse...
The Firehouse's second floor alarm rang. Peter jogged out of the sleeping quarters. Ray pulled his pants up. Egon got out of his bed in his pajamas. He went to his night stand, grabbed his glasses, walked back out to the foot of his bed, turned around, and put on his glasses. Ray and Egon marched out of the room. A USA Today flashed partially on the left screen that featured the Ghostbusters. The front page photo was a still of the trio from their commercial. The title was 'Ghost Fever Grips New York.' The USA Today slid across the screen. The date was Tuesday, October 8, 1984.
New York City...
It is now day and the Ecto-1 emerged from West 116th Street and turned left onto Broadway. In the background was The Paterno.
A New York Post featured a front page story on the Ghostbusters catching a ghost in Chinatown. The title was 'Ghost Cops Bust Chinatown Spook' and the date was Thursday, October 22, 1984. It had a photo of Ray, Peter, Egon, and Jared mid-grimace as they fired their throwers. A smaller photo on the right side of the Post was of Ray smiling and holding up a Trap in triumph. Day. Peter, Ray, and Jared headed to Ecto-1 outside the Tai Hong Lau Restaurant at 70 Mott Street. Ray has his pack off. Peter slid the left strap of his pack off. Ray wore a blue Chinese cap. Jared is eating pork buns as he wanted Ray and Peter to do most of the work for this ghost hunt. A man ran after them and handed out two roast ducks. Ray and Peter turned around and Ray bowed in thanks then Peter as they accepted the ducks.
The second floor alarm rang again. Day. Ecto-1 made a right turn and passed Umberto's Clam House at 129 Mulberry Street. Ray walked up back to street level from 16 East 63rd Street. He had a smoking trap.
"Stand aside, please!" Ray said, angrily.
Day...
Ecto-1 was at 5th Avenue & East 50th Street, passing by St. Patrick's Cathedral on the left and Saks Fifth Avenue on the right. A Times featured the Ghostbusters posing for a photo at 696 Madison. The title read, 'Ghostbusters Supernatural Success Story'. Larry King was in his studio at MBS in Washington D.C. talking about Ghostbusters. He had a lit cigarette in his right hand. Staff were in the room opposite. There was a Coke can on the desk to his left.
"Hi, this is Larry King. The phone-in topic today: ghosts and ghostbusting. The controversy builds, more sightings are reported. Some maintain these professional paranormal eliminators in New York are the cause of it all." Larry King said.
Day...
Peter, Ray, Egon, and Jared jogged out of Rockefeller Center. Peter had on Ecto Goggles and was holding a smoking Trap. Civilians looked at them. The Prometheus statue was in the background. The October 1984 Omni issue featured a Proton Pack on the cover. The title was 'Quantum Leaps: Ghostbusters' Tools of the Trade.' A security guard pursued them.
Day...
Egon came out of 122 Mulberry Street with a smoking Trap. He was wearing the Ecto Goggles on the top of his head.
"I got it! I got it! Pete! Ray!" Egon said.
A civilian walking up the sidewalk turned his head and looked at Egon.
Evening...
The Ghostbusters exited the Sedgewick Hotel (the events are presumably played out of order and this is when they left their first case in Chapter 13). A path was cleared as they walked to Ecto-1. Reporters asked them a flurry of questions. Ray stopped at the rear and held up the Trap. The October 1984 issue of The Atlantic Monthly featured cartoon versions of the Ghostbusters and argued if ghosts had rights. The text read, 'The Politics of the Next Dimension Do Ghosts Have Civil Rights?'
Day...
The Ghostbusters, with their particle throwers drawn, jogged down Mott Street in Chinatown, going from 56 to 64 Mott Street.
"Still making headlines all across the country, the Ghostbusters are at it again, this time at the fashionable dance club, The Rose. The boys in gray slugged it out with a pretty pesky poltergeist, then stayed on to dance the night away with some of the lovely ladies who witnessed the disturbance. This is Casey Kasem. Now on with the countdown.
Dana listened to Kasem on her Panasonic radio in her kitchen while she chopped vegetables. She took a drink and chuckled at the notion of the Ghostbusters dancing. Her Cuisinart Food Processor was more visible in the background. Near the sink was a near empty bottle of Windex." Casey Kaem said.
Evening. Another shot of the impromptu press conference outside the Sedgewick Hotel was shown. Reporters jotted down as Peter spoke.
"Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. No job is too big. No fee is too big." Peter said.
The Firehouse...
Janine's phone was lit up, "Is it just a mist, or does it have arms and legs?"
Dana's apartment...
Dana watched Joe Franklin on a small TV while she stringed her cello. She was out of the shower, in a robe and had a towel wrapped around her head. Joe was interviewing Ray in the WWOR-TV studio at 1440 Broadway.
"As they say in TV, I'm sure there's one big question on everybody's mind and I imagine you are the man to answer it. How is Elvis, and have you seen him lately?" Joe Franklin said, on the TV.
Ray paused.
New York City...
The Vol. 13 No. 20 issue of Globe also featured a front page photo of the Ghostbusters at 696 Madison. The title was 'Ghostbusters Super Diet!'. Another headline was 'Princess Di Expecting Again!' The title was October 13, 1984.
Day...
Ecto-1 pulled up to the Firehouse. Two fans, a man and a woman, were on the right side of Ecto-1. The woman opened the front passenger door. They asked a ragged looking Peter for his autograph as he got out. A man in a brown coat was on the left side snapping Polaroid photographs.
Firehouse...
The Ghostbusters and their fanboy rested in their sleeping quarters. They were still in their flightsuits. Jared isn't wearing his Ghostbusters hoodie but a RWBY hoodie tonight.
Ray dreamed. He was laying in an ornate bed with period clothes on. The ghost of a beautiful young woman hovered above him then vanished. Ray looked around. Suddenly, an invisible force unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Ray's eyes crossed and his head knocked back in pleasure. The dream ended as Ray fell out of his real bed. The others were thrashing in their sleep.
It is now day and Winston Zeddemore, with a newspaper, looked up at the new Ghostbusters sign outside the Firehouse. The 'Ghostbusters' song ended. Janine interviewed Winston from her desk.
"Do you believe in UFOs, astral projections, mental telepathy, ESP, clairvoyance, spirit photography, telekinetic movement, full trans-mediums, the Loch Ness monster and the theory of Atlantis?" Janine asked.
"Uh... If there's a steady paycheck in it, I'll believe anything you say." Winston said.
"Winston." Jared said, walking over to Winston when the phone rang. "It's nice to finally meet you."
"You know me?" Winston asked, as a weary Peter and Ray walked from the garage bay to the office.
"I do. You were always a Ghostbuster to me. Or you will be one if you accept the job." Jared said, and Peter and Ray were smoking.
Peter and Ray's flightsuits had some ectoplasmic residue splattered about. Janine was now standing, cradling the phone on her shoulder, and gathered papers.
"I've gotta get some sleep. I'm dying." Ray said.
"You don't look good." Peter said.
Winston turned his head and observed them with Jared standing next to him.
"I don't?" Ray asked, looking at Peter.
"Well, you've looked better. You didn't used to look like this." Peter said, and Ray looked down at the Trap he was holding with his right hand.
Tons of articles were affixed to the back wall of Peter's office.
Could you hold, please." Janine said, while Peter tossed an invoice on her desk.
Janine scoffed at the smoke from the Traps.
"Here's the paper on the Brooklyn. She paid with Visa." Peter said.
Janine handed out a piece of paper, "Here--Here's tonight's worksheet."
Ray scanned it and moaned, "Oh, great. Two more free repeaters."
Ray walked to the basement steps. Jared brought Winston to their attention.
"Guys." Jared said, as he brought Winston to the Ghostbusters' attention. "This is Winston Zeddemore. He's here about the job of becoming a Ghostbuster!"
Winston stood. Ray stopped and turned around. Ray took one look at him.
"Beautiful. You're hired. Ray Stantz, Pete Venkman." Ray said.
"Congratulations." Peter said, and Winston shook his hand.
"Can you help me, please?" Ray asked, handing Winston the two Traps. "Welcome aboard."
Winston took them both but was uneasy about it. Ray nodded with a grin. Jared felt like the adventuring with the Ghostbusters has been slow so he typed in coordinates into his vortex manipulator and teleported away in a flash of blue light.
(Jared's POV)
Temple of Gozer...
I reappeared at the foot of the stairs to the Temple of Gozer right behind the Ghostbusters, with the five of us lining up at it. The temple doors opened and there was a bright light. Gozer suddenly appeared between Zuul and Vinz Clortho in a pre-chosen form.
"It's a girl." Ray said, while Gozer petted Vinz on the head.
Vinz purred.
"It's Gozer." I said, looking at Gozer.
"I thought Gozer was a man." Winston said.
"It's whatever it wants to be." I said, looking at the Ghostbusters. "Sorry about time traveling ahead."
"It's fine. You were getting bored anyway. Well, whatever it is, this being in front of us, it's gotta get by us!" Peter said, angrily.
"Right." Ray said.
"Go get her, Ray!" Peter said, as Ray realized he fell for it.
Peter gave him a nod. Ray took several steps up.
"Gozer the Gozerian?" Ray asked, and Gozer turned to him. "Good evening. As a duly designated representative of the city, county and state of New York, I order you to cease any and all supernatural activity and return forthwith to your place of origin or to the nearest convenient parallel dimension."
"That ought to do it. Thanks very much, Ray." Peter said.
"Are you a god?" Gozer asked.
"Say yes." I said, while Peter nodded 'yes' to Ray. "Please."
"No." Ray said.
Gozer turned its upper torso and arms back toward the temple, "Then... die!"
Gozer turned back and fired lightning from its fingertips at the Ghostbusters and I. We yelled out. Zuul and Vinz watched. The Ghostbusters and I were shot across the roof and barely clung to the edge of the building. The crowd of civilians down on the street could see the lightning and exclaimed.
"Ray, when someone asks you if you're a god, you say, 'Yes!'" Winston said, annoyed.
"Especially if the situation comes 27 years later!" I said, as Ray nodded. "Don't say no! Say yes!"
"All right. This chick is toast!" Peter said, and the Ghostbusters marched up to the temple side by side with me behind them with Ray placing his Trap down. "Guys, got your stick? Jared, got your dual pistols?"
The Ghostbusters took out their particle throwers while I took out Ebb and Flow and put it into dual pistols mode to shoot at Gozer.
"Holding!" Egon, Ray, and Winston said, at the same time.
Gozer crouched down and snarled.
"Heat 'em up!" Peter said.
The Ghostbusters switched on the throwers and I loaded up the magazines of my dual pistols.
"Smoking!" Ray, Egon, and Winston said, at the same time.
"Make 'em hard!" Peter said, angrily.
"Ready!" Ray, Egon, and Winston said, at the same time.
"Let's show this prehistoric bitch how we do things downtown. Strike!" Peter said, and the Ghostbusters and I fired at Gozer.
"It feels good using Ebb and Flow against Gozer!" I said, while Gozer growled then double flipped across the air and it landed on the altar outside the structure. "I love this!"
"We know! Nimble little minx, isn't she?" Peter asked.
"We better go full stream." Egon said.
"Aim for the flat top!" Ray said.
"On it!" I said, as the Ghostbusters and I blasted her again with me using rapid fire bullets to do so.
Gozer simply vanished.
"Wasn't so hard." Peter said.
"We neutronized it. You know what that means? A complete particle reversal." Ray said.
"And we have the tools. We have the talent!" Winston said, happily.
"It's Milla time!" Peter said, holding out his right hand.
Ray and Winston were gleeful and did the hand-stack.
Egon looked at a Gamma Rate Meter, "Ray? Jared? This looks extraordinarily bad."
"Oh, no." Ray said.
"Shit. Nothing has changed like how I wanted it to." I said, sadly.
"What?" Winston asked, and an earthquake rocked the temple.
"Look out!" Egon said, while boulders and debris fell.
"New York City. Always New York! Whether it's the Chitauri or the Weeping Angels." I said, as we took cover by the altar and civilians screamed and ran away to avoid the debris. "Now Gozer!"
The disembodied voice of Gozer made its presence known.
"Sub-creatures. Gozer the Gozerian, Gozer the Destructor, Volguus Zildrohar, the Traveler has come. Choose and perish." Gozer said.
The Ghostbusters and I stood up.
"What do you mean, 'choose'? We don't understand." Ray asked.
"Choose. Choose the form of the Destructor." Gozer said.
"Oh, I get it. I get it. Ohhh, very cute. Whatever we think of - if we think of J. Edgar Hoover, J. Edgar Hoover will appear and destroy us, okay? So empty your heads. Empty your heads. Don't think of anything. We've only got one shot at this." Peter said.
"The choice is made."
"Whoa! Whoa!"
"The Traveler has come!"
"Nobody choosed anything. Did you choose anything?" Peter asked, looking at Egon.
"No!" Egon said, angrily.
"Did you?" Peter asked, looking at Winston.
"My mind is totally blank." Winston said.
"I didn't choose anything!"
"It was Ray. It was technically me too. But mostly Ray." I said, and Peter, Egon, and Winston turned and looked at Ray and I. "He thought of it first. And then I thought of it due to it being my favorite moment of the Ghostbusters."
Ray took a few steps back, "I know it was your favorite moment, Jared, because you told me I'll think of it. But even before we reached this moment, I couldn't help it. It just popped in there."
"What? What just popped in there?" Peter asked.
"I...I tried to think..." Ray said.
"It didn't change." I said, while stomping and screaming from the streets interrupted Ray. "Just look out there!"
The Ghostbusters and I ran over to get a better vantage point.
"No! It can't be." Ray said.
"What is it?" Peter asked.
"It can't be."
"What did you do, Ray? Aw, shit!" Winston said, as the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man marched past some buildings.
"Like I said, favorite moment." I said, and only the head of the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man could be seen. "It's the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man."
The Stay Puft Marshmallow Man came out from the buildings at 2 Columbus Circle. Cars came to a grinding halt. Cabs rammed into each other. Civilians ran away in terror. Drivers abandoned their cars in the middle of the street.
"Well, there's something you don't see every day." Peter said.
"Jared and I were talking about the most harmless things a while back. He talked about things called Inklings, Octolings, and Villagers. But here, I tried to think of what I considered the most harmless thing. Something I loved from my childhood. Something that could never, ever possibly destroy us. Mr. Stay Puft." Ray said, sadly. "I guess mine was more harmless than Jared's."
"Well, yeah. Inklings and Octolings can hurt us. And Villagers, well, they can be verbal depending on the one I thought of. Anyway, good job remembering, Ray!" I said, looking at Ray.
"You're welcome, Jared. We used to roast Stay Puft marshmallows, by the fire at Camp Waconda." Ray said, frowning.
"Ray has gone bye-bye, Egon. What have you got left?" Peter asked, while the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man was near the Shandor Building.
"Sorry, Venkman. I'm terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought." Egon said, as civilians continued to run in terror.
Stay Puft Marshmallow Man growled at the Ghostbusters and I.
"Oh, no." Winston said.
"Mother pus bucket." Peter said, and Walter Peck watched as Stay Puft approached 550 Central Park West.
"Okay! That's the last straw!" I said, while the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man stepped on the Holy Trinity Lutheran Church next door. "New York is my city for a reason! Nobody steps on a church in my town!"
"One, two, three, roast him." Ray said.
The Ghostbusters and I blasted down at Stay Puft. We only succeeded in lighting it on fire. The fire soared up to us.
"Whoa..." Peter said, as we ran and crouched down.
"Funny, us going out like this. Killed by a hundred-foot marshmallow man." Ray said.
"We've been going about this all wrong! This Mr. Stay Puft is okay. He's a sailor. He's in New York. We get this guy laid, we won't have any trouble."
Stay Puft climbed up the side of the building.
"I have a radical idea. The door swings both ways. We could reverse the particle flow through the gate." Egon said.
"How?" Ray asked, looking at Egon.
"Egon, want to cross the streams?" I asked, changing the setting on Ebb and Flow that will allow me to do so.
"Yes. That will work. We'll cross the streams." Egon said, looking at Jared.
"Excuse me, Egon. You said crossing the streams was bad." Peter said, walking towards Egon.
"Cross the streams..." Ray said.
"Egon, don't agree with Jared. The two of you are gonna endanger us. You're both gonna endanger our client, the nice lady who paid us in advance before she became a dog."
"Not necessarily. There's definitely a very slim chance we'll survive." Egon said, while he and Peter exchanged looks.
"No, I've seen the ending of this." I said, as Peter stared at Egon and I. "We will definitely survive."
Egon raised an eyebrow, "So, nothing has changed from what you remembered, Jared. Truly."
"Nope." I said, and Peter gave Ray a friendly slap to the face. "Crossing the streams is how we defeat Gozer. That's the plan."
"Okay then. Egon and Jared are in agreement. I love this plan. I'm excited to be a part of it. Let's do it." Peter said, looking between Egon and I.
"This job is definitely not worth another eleven-five a year." Winston said.
"No, it is, Winston!" I said, and we ran to the Temple of Gozer just as Stay-Puft reached the top.
Ray narrowly dodged Stay-Puft's flaming hand and yelped.
"Hurry!" Egon said, worried.
"See you on the other side, Ray." Peter said, opening fire into the Temple of Gozer, past its open doors.
"Nice working with you, Dr. Venkman." Ray said, firing, too and we crossed our streams just as the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man's head appeared behind us. "Let's turn 'em on, Spengler, Shay!" Egon, Winston, and I fired. "Cross 'em now, Spengler, Shay!"
"On it!" I said, while the crossed streams made an odd sound. "Come on...come on..."
Stay-Puft saw what was going on and a horrified look came on its face. The five proton streams combined into one big one, blasting right into the temple. An explosion was triggered.
"Aggh! Oh, no! Help! It's gonna blow!" The Ghostbusters and I said, at the same time.
"Get out of here!" Peter said, worried.
"Right!" I said, while the Ghostbusters and I ceased fire and ran off.
Stay Puft was caught in the blast wave. Stay-Puft blew up, too. Marshmallow residue shot out everywhere. Civilians ran for it as the residue rained down. A firefighter tried to put out some residue on fire with an extinguisher. Walter Peck stood near Ecto-1. He looked up and shielded himself. A large glob of residue fell on him. He screamed and cursed.
The sky cleared. The roof was in ruins. The other dimension was gone. The other side of the building was visible through the structure. The Terror Dogs were statues again. Ray came to in a corner. He was covered in marshmallow residue.
"Oh... oh... Winston? Are you all right?" Ray asked, looking at Winson.
"Yeah, yeah." Winston said, chuckling as he was also covered in residue.
"Venkman? Spengler! Shay! Venkman!" Ray said, as Egon groaned.
Egon, too, was covered in residue and stood up from the other side from Ray and Winston.
"Spengler. Oh, Spengler, are you okay?" Ray asked, walking over to Egon.
"I feel like the floor of a taxi cab." Egon said.
"Venky!"
"Yeah, where are you?" Peter asked, and he went over to us.
"We're over here." I said, while Peter and I have very little marshmallow residue on us. "I barely got covered in it too, Peter."
Winston chuckled.
"Oh, thank God. You okay?" Ray asked, looking at Egon.
"I'm all right." Egon said.
"You all right?" Ray asked, looking at Winston.
"I'm all right. You all right?" Winston asked, looking at Ray.
"Yeah. You okay?" Ray asked, looking at Peter.
"Fine." Peter said.
"I'm fine. Everything's fine." I said, as we surveyed the damage and saw a charred Terror Dog statue. "Time with the Ghostbusters. Never knew it could be as exciting as the Avengers."
"The Avengers? Who are they? Oh. Smells like barbecued dog hair. Oh... Venkman. Oh, Venkman, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I just... I just forgot." Ray said, and Peter was melancholy.
Peter turned and looked at Ray then walked away. Part of the statue's arm chipped off and fingers reached out. The claw fell off. Peter turned around.
"Mm..." Dana said.
"Look! It's Dana!" I said, and the Ghostbusters and I broke open the statue with our hands. "We need to help her!"
Peter chopped at the arm. Egon and Winston broke off the top part, Ray and I pulled at the body, and Peter lifted Dana out. Louis, with a Terror Dog statue head on his head, walked around helplessly.
"Somebody turn on the lights! Help! Somebody turn on the lights!" Louis said, worried.
"Go check on that little guy!" Peter said.
"Okay." I said, while Ray, Egon, Winston, and I ran over to help Louis.
Ray removed the Terror Dog head.
"What happened?" Louis asked.
Dana came to, "Oh... oh... oh... where am I?"
Dana noticed Peter.
"Oh, hi." Dana said, looking at Peter.
"You'll be all right." Egon said.
Egon and Ray helped Louis out.
Louis looked around, "Boy, the superintendent's gonna be pissed."
Egon and Ray helped Louis down.
"Are you okay?" Ray asked.
"Who are you guys?" Louis asked.
"We're the Ghostbusters." Ray said.
"Pretty much. No spook, specter, or haunt will ever be safe again. Catching the un-dead is our life." I said, as Louis looked at us.
"Who does your taxes?" Louis asked.
Peter led Dana away. Ray, Egon, Louis, and I started to walk off.
"You know, Mr. Tully, you are a most fortunate individual." Ray said.
"I know." Louis said.
"You have been a participant in the biggest interdimensional crossrip since the Tunguska blast of 1909."
"Felt great."
"We'd like to get a sample of your brain tissue." Egon said.
"Okay." Louis said.
Winston threw up his hands and cheered.
"I love this town! Ha ha!" Winston said, as he clapped.
I typed in coordinates into my vortex manipulator and teleported away in a flash of blue light. I now know what I need to do and amend because I skipped out on it in the past.
Powell Estate...
I reappeared at the Powell Estate right where the Doctor was and the two of us are kept hidden from Rose Tyler.
"Hey." I said, telepathically.
"Where were you?" The Doctor asked, telepathically.
"Oh, I've decided to see Rose the long way around."
"Me too. I'm going to regenerate soon."
The Doctor and I then spotted Rose and Jackie together.
"I'm late now. I've missed it. It's midnight. Mickey's going to be calling me everything. This is your fault." Rose said, angrily.
"No, it's not. It's Jimbo. He said he was going to give us a lift, then he said his axle broke. I can't help it." Jackie said.
"Get rid of him, Mum. He's useless."
"Listen to you, with a mechanic. Be fair, though. My time of life I'm not going to do much better."
"Don't be like that. You never know. There could be someone out there." Rose said.
"Maybe, one day. Happy New Year." Jackie said, happily.
"Happy New Year! Don't stay out all night." Rose said, looking at Jackie.
"Try and stop me." Jackie said, as she and Rose walked in opposite directions.
Rose turns when she hears the Doctor grunt with pain as I am standing next to the Time Lord.
"You all right, mate?" Rose asked, looking at the Doctor.
"He's okay." I said, sadly.
"Did he have too much to drink?"
"It was something like that."
"Maybe it's time you and your mate went home." Rose said, looking between the Doctor and I.
"Yeah. I agree." I said, typing in coordinates into my vortex manipulator. "He can get home."
"Anyway, Happy New Year to both of you."
"And you. What year is this?" The Doctor asked.
"Blimey, how much have you had? 2005, January the first." Rose said, smiling.
"2005. Tell you what. I bet you're going to have a really great year." The Doctor said.
"Yeah? See you two." Rose said, running off towards the Powell Estate.
"Goodbye Rose." I said, looking at the Doctor. "I'll see you soon, Doctor."
I teleported away in a flash of blue light, knowing the Tenth Doctor still needs to regenerate alone when he becomes the Eleventh Doctor. The Doctor staggers painfully back towards the Tardis.
"We will sing to you, Doctor, Storyteller. The universe will sing you both to your respective sleeps. These songs are ending, but the stories never end." Ood Sigma said.
(Open POV)
Tardis...
Golden energy streams from his hand. The Doctor sets the Tardis going.
"I don't want to go." The Doctor said, as the golden energy regenerates David Tennant, and starts a lot of fires in the Tardis with him turning into the Eleventh Doctor, also known as Matt Smith. "Legs. I've still got legs. Good. Arms. Hands. Ooo, fingers. Lots of fingers. Ears, yes. Eyes, two. Nose, I've had worse. Chin, blimey. Hair. I'm a girl! No. No. I'm not a girl. And still not ginger. And something else. Something important. I'm, I'm, I'm..." An explosion happens nearby. "Ha! Crashing!" The Tardis is plummeting back down to Earth. "Ha, ha! Whoo hoo hoo! Ah! Geronimo!"