Ghostbusters 2
(Jared's POV)
Alleyway…
Jack and I are slumped on straw covered ground next to wicker baskets and a cart.
"Oh, not again." Jack said, while there is a broken bottle sticking out of his abdomen.
"Jack, that's what you get for causing another bar fight." I said, pulling the bottle out of Jack's chest which hurts him.
"You said you were in Academy City. Which won't be built for a century." Jack said, as we saw two women in late Victorian clothes watching us. "Ladies. Torso of steel, shilling a feel. Any takers? Bar fight, we got a little out of control. Flesh wound. Whoa. Whoa! Jared, I'm still not used to these hangovers. I'm Captain Jack Harkness and this is Jared Shay. How long have you been there? They're the silent types."
"That's okay, Jack. I can handle that."
"Jared. Did you know that I used to date a guy with no mouth? I had to get surprisingly creative."
Jack gets a knee to the abdomen, a punch to the jaw and Jack goes down. The one in knickerbockers sits on his chest. I am eating some takoyaki off a skewer, watching this all unfold.
"Listen, you only had to ask. Can we get a room, though?" Jack asked.
"A room? Seriously?" I asked.
One puts a cloth over Jack's mouth while the other puts a cloth over my mouth and we pass out. Probably chloroform.
Basement…
Jack and I are tied to chairs. We wake when water is thrown over us.
"When I said about getting a room, I meant somewhere with linen." Jack said, annoyed.
"Him first." Emily said, while more water is thrown over Jack and I.
Jack's shirt is ripped open and brass pads are attached to his chest, "Time was electrodes to the nipples meant the start of a good night."
Knickerbocker lady goes to a box and turns a handle to generate the electricity. Jack laughs.
"Full power charge and still breathing." Emily said.
"Well, yeah. And that's some pretty advanced equipment you got there." I said, looking down at the device.
"He's right. You ladies are ahead of yourselves. Now where the hell are we?" Jack asked.
The other lady, Alice, points a gun at Jack and I.
"Put that down before somebody gets…" Jack said, and Alice shot him.
"Jack!" I said, when Jack revived. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Jack said, looking over at me. "How about you?"
"Good."
"Why aren't you dead yet?" Alice asked.
"Been trying to figure that out myself. Jared won't tell me anything though." Jack said, looking over at me.
"We've been monitoring you two. You both have been killed fourteen times in the last six months." Emily said.
"Feels like more than that." Jack said.
"Who's the Doctor?"
"I have no idea." I said, sadly.
"Hmm. The Doctor, he will be able to fix me. When the Doctor turns up with Jared, which is apparently your friend here, it'll all be put right. You wait till I see the Doctor. First I'm going to kiss him, then I'm going to kill him. Transcripts of your conversations with strangers, in various drinking dens, since you first came to our attention with your friend." Alice said, flipping through a book and looking at Jack.
"You know, no one likes a smart-ass." Jack said, looking at Alice.
"Tell us where he is and we'll release you two." Alice said, looking between Jack and I.
"Why do you want to know where he is?" I asked, looking at Alice.
"The two of you are in Torchwood, Cardiff. The Torchwood Institute was created to combat the threat posed by the Doctor and other phantasmagoria." Emily said.
"The Doctor's not a threat!" I said, angrily.
"Jared's right. The Doctor's the one who'll save you from your phantasmahoojits." Jack said.
"Just tell us his location." Emily said.
"I don't know! The Doctor left me behind. I came here to find him. Jared found me and we've been hanging out together ever since. The Doctor refuels from that Rift you have. Hoping if I stayed here long enough, we'd find each other. I'm stuck with an older Jared at the moment while I need a younger one. Now, can we go?" Jack asked.
"No." Alice said.
"You can't keep us here, Alice, Emily." I said, frowning.
"Oh, we can. Unless…" Emily said.
"Yes. Unless." Alice said.
"Unless what?" Jack asked.
"There are opportunities here, with the Institute." Emily said.
"We're not for hire." I said, looking at Emily. "Neither of us are."
"You two are going to need currency." Alice said.
"What's the assignment?" Jack asked.
"Missing person."
"Well, when we say person…" Emily said, smirking.
Yard…
They mean Blowfish.
"I haven't done anything." The Blowfish said, looking at Jack and I.
"Twelve burglaries, joyriding a horse and carriage, seven cases of pick-pocketing, twenty four instances of consuming food without paying for it. It's like an addiction with your species, isn't it?" Jack asked.
"I'll make it up, I promise."
"Nope. You can't. It's too late for that." I said, grabbing Jack's hand.
"It's just a bit of fun."
"This planet's a century away from official first contact with alien life. You're upsetting the schedule." Jack said.
"Who are you two?" The Blowfish asked.
"We're Torchwood." I said, squeezing Jack's hand.
Cells…
"I said sorry. You can't lock me up." The Blowfish said, when Jack threw him into the cell.
"You can't throw him in there! He's just a kid. Can't you send him back to where he came from?" I asked, looking at Alice.
"If only we could. The Rift only goes one way." Alice said.
"What do you do? Observe and profile the species and then transfer them to long term storage?" Jack asked.
Alice shoots the Blowfish.
"Why the hell did you do that?" I asked, looking at Alice.
"It was a threat to the Empire." Alice said.
"Like me and Jared?" Jack asked.
"You two are our allies now."
Emily's office…
Candlelit. Some wood panelling. Emily counts out Jack's money and then she counts out my money.
"If you don't want it." Emily said.
"We do." I said, as Jack and I took the notes. "Thank you, Emily."
"Your next assignment." Emily said, sliding papers to Jack and I.
"No. I'm through with you people." Jack said, grabbing my hand.
"Same. This isn't the Torchwood I love and trust." I said, looking between Emily and Alice. "You guys are cruel and heartless."
"Your liberty is at our discretion. Work for us, you two assist the Empire. Sever that tie, you both become threats." Emily said.
"And you two have seen how we deal with threats." Alice said.
"It's good money, Captain, Jared. How else are you going to earn?" Emily asked.
"We'll be fine, Emily." I said, frowning.
Jack and I took the envelopes then threw them back.
"Jared, see what you think in the morning with the Captain." Emily said, looking at me.
Jack and I leave.
"They're pretty. But you're prettier." Alice said, smirking.
Ale house…
"Captain, can I read your cards?" A girl asked.
"No, thank you." Jack said, when the girl clears his table. "No, really."
The girl, who we met before in Dead Man Walking, lays out her tarot cards then turns them over. Tower, Knight - aka Jack - and a design I don't recognise.
"They're coming, the ones you're looking for. But the century will turn twice before the three of you find each other again." The girl said, looking at Jack.
"Ooo. Are you for real? You mean I have to wait a hundred years to find them? The versions of the Doctor and Jared I'm looking for. What'll I do in the meantime?" Jack asked, looking between the girl and I.
"Jack, let's work for Torchwood." I said, happily. "You and me. Saving the world together."
"No. Not with them." Jack said, looking at me."No way. Nuh-uh."
"Yes way. Let's go!"
Jack and I joined the staff of Torchwood, and the two of us get filing cabinets all to ourselves as we continue through the whole century from handwritten records to computers.
New York City…
It is daytime and the year is 1989. A Santa Claus rung his bell. People walked in and out of the Manhattan Museum of Art. Dana ran up the stairs.
I have been hanging out with the Ghostbusters for the majority of the second movie and events pretty much played out the same so far.
Manhattan Museum of Art…
Peter and I stopped at the guard's station.
"Hello. We're looking for Dana Barrett." Peter said.
"Room 304, Restoration." Rudy the museum guard said.
"Thank you." Peter said.
"Hey, uh, Dr. Venkman! 'World of the Psychic'." Rudy the museum guard said, looking at Peter.
"Yes." Peter said, as Rudy stood up and shook his hand. "That's right. How ya doing?"
"I'm a big, big fan of yours."
"Thank you very much. Thank you."
"It used to be one of my two favorite shows."
"You're kidding me. Well, great. What was the other one?"
"'Bass Masters'. It's a fishing show." Rudy the museum guard said.
"Yeah, I know "Bass Masters." Sure." Peter said.
Rudy snapped his fingers in delight.
Restoration room…
The Vigo painting smiled at Dana as she walked by. His expression returned to normal just before she looked up. She was worried. Peter and I entered the room and found her retouching a painting.
Peter pulled the easel away and took a look, "You're good, pretty eyes."
Dana was wearing magnifying glasses, "I didn't paint it. I'm just cleaning it. It's a Gauguin."
"Oh, I've heard of him." Peter said, smiling.
"And who's Gauguin?" I asked.
"He lived with Vincent Van Gogh." Dana said, smiling.
"Oh. I met Van Gogh. That was ages ago. Nice guy. I got to see him paint the Church of Auvers with the Doctor, Amy, Ruby, Weiss, and Yang."
"Well, heh heh. Hey, Dana, aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?" Janosz asked, walking up to Dana.
"Um. Sure. Peter Venkman and Jared Shay, this is Dr. Janosz Poha, the head of our department." Dana said, emphasizing 'head' as a warning to Peter.
Instead of shaking Peter's hand, Janosz touched it. Peter looked at Dana and slowly wiped his hand across his sweater.
"Yes, I have of course seen you on the television. Quite enjoy. Eh, not here on business, I hope." Janosz said.
Peter wiped his hand on his sweater again.
"Well, it's top-secret." Peter said, spotting the Vigo painting and went over to it. "Say, Johnny, you've got a Gauguin, too."
"No. Actually, I am preparing this portrait for the new Romantic exhibition. Yes. This is Prince Vigo, the ruler of Carpathia and Moldavia." Janosz said.
Peter imitated Vigo's pose, to Dana's amusement. Janosz went up on the step ladder.
"Bit of a sissy, isn't he?" Peter asked.
"He was a very powerful magician, Dr. Venkman. And a genius in many ways." Janosz said.
"He was also a lunatic and a genocidal madman. I hate this painting. I've felt uncomfortable ever since it came up from storage." Dana said.
"Well, you're probably feeling what Vigo's feeling. Carpathian kitten loss. He's missed his kitten." Peter said, while Dana Dana smiled as he grabbed some paint. "We'll just put one in here by the castle."
Janosz stood between Peter and Vigo.
"Peter, no. Stop! We don't go around altering valuable artwork. God, it was hard being around Vincent Van Gogh without making paintings from his life disappear." I said, looking at Peter. "I know that because Vincent is one of my favorite artists."
"Go. Yes, I think, go. Yes. The joyfulness is over." Janosz said, looking at Peter.
"He's kidding." Dana said.
"Well, you're not gonna get a green card with that attitude, pal. Okay?" Peter asked, walking away with me and turned to Dana. "I don't know what toâ€. Oh, of course. Of course. I get it. You're sweet on this hunky stud, aren't you?"
"You know, Peter, Jared, every now and then I get the feeling that painting is watching me, even smiling at me." Dana said.
We noticed Janosz talking to Vigo and gesturing to us. We exchanged looks of concern.
(Open POV)
Dana's apartment…
Dana Barrett carried Oscar into the bathroom. She placed a board into the tub.
"You know, I think we got more food on your shirt than we did in your mouth." Dana said, turning the water on in the bathtub. "Bath. You get to take a bath, don't you? It's your favorite thing. Yes. It's your favorite thing. Because I know what you get to do. You know what you get to do? You know what's more fun than anything? Huh? Splash Mommy. 'I get to splash Mommy.' Yes."
Dana undressed Oscar while tickling him and making stomach-sucking sounds. The water suddenly stopped running and Psychomagnotheric ectoplasm poured in.
"We'll be ready for this in just a moment. Mommy's going to take her shirt off, too." Dana said, unbuttoning and took off her shirt then picked Oscar up.
Dana turned around and was horrified by the mass of Psychomagnotheric ectoplasm. It tried to move towards Oscar but the tub winced. She screamed and ran out the bathroom.
"No!" Dana said, when it tried to follow them but could not.
Peter's apartment…
Peter was stirred out his slumber on the couch by frantic pounding on the door and a baby's cries. There were several Budweiser bottles around. A few Christmas decorations were up.
"Peter, it's me! Please let us in!" Dana said, worried.
"What the hell is this?" Pete asked.
"Peter, let us in, please!"
Peter opened the door. Dana came in. She was in a coat with Oscar inside.
"I didn't know where else to go. The most awful thing happened. The bathtub... the bathtub was trying to eat Oscar! I was giving him a bath... there was all this pink ooze everywhere and it was reaching for him." Dana said, cuddling Oscar.
"You're all right. Okay, you're all right, you're all right, okay?" Peter asked.
"I'm not gonna let it get you."
"All right, you're all safe now, okay?"
"I was so terrified." Dana said, while Peter took his coat off and threw it towards his couch. "Yes, darling, I'm so sorry."
"You guys just sit down, relax, huh? C'mon. Just sit down, I'll get you guys a shirt or something. Hold on." Peter said, as he went to his phone, dialed, and closed the door. "Ray? Yeah, Dana's just come over to my place. Well, actually, her--her tub tried to eat her."
The Firehouse…
Ray spoke to Peter in a lab. There were two pink ectoplasm jars. He was wearing a skullcap with wires attached to the jar. 'Flesh 'N Blood' played in the background.
"What? Are you serious? Well, that's great! I mean, that's terrible. But it's great for what we were... Yeah, I will. Yeah, sure, we'll get right on it." Ray said, hanging up and took the skullcap off. "Spengler. Shay. A major slime-related psychokinetic event."
"What? Where?" Jared asked, snacking on chocolate Pocky.
Egon made some adjustments to a blower gun, "What happened?"
"Let me guess, something came out of Dana's bathtub. And it tried to grab her and the baby."
"Yeah. That." Ray said, looking at Jared.
"Are they all right?" Egon asked.
"Yeah, well, she got out of there and went over to Venkman's." Ray said.
Egon placed the blower gun down.
"Well, this is interesting, Ray, Egon. Do you remember the painting I saw with Peter?" Jared asked, looking at his MacBook Pro. "I looked up 'Vigo the Carpathian' on the Torchwood servers. And look at this, guys."
Jared typed more onto his MacBook Pro which has the Torchwood software up.
It read, 'ZUNDINGER, LEON.
MAGICIANS, MARTYRS AND MADMEN
Chapter 6, PP. 128-145
Vigo the Carpathian (1505-1610)
Sixteenth century Carpathia was in a constant state of spiritual turmoil due principally to the despotic rule of PRINCE VIGO VON HOMBURG DEUTSCHENDORF, tyrant, sorcerer and psychotic autocrat.'
"Ooh... Nice ugly history. Think there's a connection between this Vigo character and the…" Ray said, when some ectoplasm bubbled. "…slime?"
"Is the atomic weight of cobalt 58.9?" Egon asked.
They took off their labcoats.
Ray went for his leather jacket on a cot, "We'd better get over to Dana's apartment. I'd like to check out that bathtub."
"It might be a good idea to go to the museum in the morning and get a look at that painting." Egon said.
"I agree." Jared said, and Ray reached for a P.K.E. Meter.
Egon swung his suit jacket over his left shoulder and grabbed the Giga Meter with his right hand and they left.
Peter's apartment…
Dana now had on a blue shirt.
Peter briefed Dana on what was going to happen next, "Ray's gonna go on over to your place and just take a look."
"He is?" Dana asked.
Peter presented a green sweatshirt.
"Okay. I have been holding onto this for a long time, Oscar. I got this from a girl who got this from Joe Willie Namath, okay? We don't know how. We don't want to know." Peter said, making a diaper out of the green sweatshirt. "So I would appreciate it if you would not hose this thing down, you know, give it your own personal rinse. Thank you. It would be an excellent time for you to start practicing a thing we big guys like to call 'self control'. Get outta here. Oh, look at him, look at him, oh, look at this guy. Oh, he's a coconut, this guy. Woop! You're gonna be staying at Uncle Pete's until this thing blows over. This is your place now."
They went over to Peter's bedroom. He leaped onto the bed and bounced a few more times then posed.
"Hi. Come on in. This is my place." Peter said, smiling.
"So how are we going to handle the sleeping arrangements?" Dana asked.
"Well, what's best for me is if I lie on my side like this, and you spoon up beside me, your arm draped over me. If we do it the other way…" Peter said, rolling over into position to demonstrate as Dana sat down. "…I get your hair caught in my throat and I choke in the night."
"How about you on the sofa and me and the baby in the bed?"
"It's a way to go."
"It's so late. I really ought to put him down." Dana said, still holding Oscar.
"May I?" Peter asked.
"Yeah, if you want to." Dana said, while Peter grabbed Oscar from her.
"You're short. Your belly button sticks out too far. And you're a terrible burden on your poor mother." Peter said, pointing at Oscar, then waved his finger around.
(Jared's POV)
Manhattan Museum of Art…
It is now daytime as Peter waited outside the Manhattan Museum of Art.
Ecto-1a drove up and parked.
"Find anything at Dana's?" Peter asked.
Winston helped Ray put on his Proton Pack while Ray got out a piece of paper. I am eating a hot dog and drinking a Coke.
"Nah, nothing but some mood slime residue around the bathtub. But I did get something on that Vigo character you and Jared mentioned. Found it in the Torchwood software. Jared printed out the document for us. Dig that." Ray said, smirking.
"Vigo the Carpathian, born 1505, died 1610." Egon said, looking down at the piece of paper.
"A hundred and five years old. He hung in there, didn't he?" Peter asked.
Egon helped Winston put on his pack.
"He didn't die of old age, either. He was poisoned, stabbed, shot, hung, stretched, disemboweled, drawn and quartered." Ray said.
"Means he's immortal. Like me and Captain Jack Harkness." I said, as Winston helped me put on my pack. "But in a different way."
"Ouch. You and Captain Jack Flash have been through worse." Peter said, looking at me.
"I guess he wasn't too popular at the end. This Vigo character." Winston said.
Peter placed a camera strap around his neck.
"No, not exactly a man of the people. Also known as Vigo the Cruel, Vigo the Torturer, Vigo the Despised and Vigo the Unholy." Egon said.
"Wasn't he also Vigo the Butch?" Peter asked.
"And dig this! Here was a prophecy, just before his head died. His last words were: 'Death is but a door, time is but a window. I'll be back.'" Ray said.
The Ghostbusters and I stepped into the Restoration room.
Restoration room…
The restorers looked up at us. Egon held the Giga Meter. Ray held a Globuscope. Winston held a KUD Meter.
"Let's suck in the guts, guys. We're the Ghostbusters." Peter said, and we inhaled.
"Go! Go, please, go, you. Yes. You…" Janosz said, looking at Peter.
"Who's this wiggler?" Ray asked.
"He's yours, Ray. Sic him." Peter said.
"I have discussed…" Janosz said.
Ray engaged Janosz politely, "Hi, how are you? Ray Stantz from the Ghostbusters. Nice to see you. Beautiful lab you have here. We're just doing a routine spook check."
Peter handed Janosz his coat.
"Dr. Venkman, Dana is not here." Janosz said.
"Yeah, we know that, Johnny." Peter said.
"So why are you came?"
"Well, we got a report there was a major creep in the area. We checked our list and you were right on the top. Johnny, where in the hell are you from, anyway?"
"The Upper West Side."
"Peter, this room is super hot." I said, taking off my hoodie. "Like really hot."
Winston noticed the Vigo painting, "Ugh. That's one ugly dude."
"Hot?" Janosz asked.
Peter snapped photographs, "Oh, that's Vigo! Mr. Vigo! Vigs, would you look this way, please!"
"No. No, don't. No! No!" Janosz said, standing in front of the painting. "No! No photographs, please. Slides are available in the gift shop." Winston took him aside. "Aggh!"
"Yeah, thanks. Thank you, Winston." Peter said, continuing with taking photographs. "All right, you know what? Give me angry, will you, will you give me angry. You've had a bad day, you're cranky. Yeah, thank you. Good. Good. Ooh, angrier. Ooh. I'm scared, you're scaring me, stop it. Yeah... good! Okay, walk for me, talk for me. Yeah, yeah. Okay, give me hot and sexy. Can you do it? You can. Oh, boy. Show me some teeth. Come on. I bet the girls like you? Huh? Huh? The girls? Do the guys? I bet they both do. Huh? How about the animals? They like you?"
Ray stood on the step ladder and took readings. He looked at Vigo's eyes and became transfixed. The eyes turned red, then blue again. Ray stared in a daze. His arm became limp.
"That's it. More. That's right, you're big. You're big. Yeah. Yeah. All right, destroy me! Destroy me! Yeah! Destroy me! Yeah! Destroy me! Yeah! Yeah, yeah! Give it, give it! Give it." Peter said.
"Venkman?" Egon asked.
"Yeah."
"We need to talk."
Peter turned to Vigo.
"I've worked with better. But not many. Thank you." Peter said, taking his coat from a distraught Janosz. "John, thanks."
"Ray? Ray? Earth to Stay Puft Marshmallow Man lover." I said, patting Ray.
Ray snapped out of it.
"Huh?" Ray asked, looking at me.
"Hey, you finished?" Winston asked.
"Yeah, I'm finished here." Ray said.
"Are you all right?"
"Wh--What?" Ray asked, while he went back down and walked away with Winston and I.
"Ray, are you sure you're not sick or hurt?" I asked, wrapping my hoodie around my waist. "Or well, possessed or hypnotized?"
Ray patted himself. We walked past Janosz.
"Me?" Ray asked.
(Open POV)
Peter's apartment…
It is now the daytime at 644 Broadway and Peter returned home to his apartment with a suitcase.
"Dana. Your prince. Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no. She cleaned." Peter said.
Dana was fresh out of the shower and wrapped in a white towel, "Hi."
"Hi." Peter said.
"Ssh... he's asleep. Come here. So what happened with my apartment?" Dana asked.
Several old newspapers from 1984 about the Ghostbusters and Jared were framed on the wall of Peter's office area.
"Well, the guys spent the whole night there. They went through all your things, your personal stuff, they tried on some of your clothes, made some long-distance phone calls, cleaned out the fridge…" Peter said.
"Did they find anything?" Dana asked.
"They found a little bit of that pink slime."
"Oh God. Well, what am I supposed to do now?"
"You are supposed to get dressed and get crazy with me on the streets of Manhattan tonight."
"Peter, I don't think…"
"This is exactly what you need. I have got you a babysitter. The whole thing's wired."
"Peter, I don't think we should go out on a date. You know, and I can't leave Oscar in a strange place with a strange person." Dana said, sadly.
"Strange person? Janine Melnitz from my staff…" Peter said.
"Janine has experience babysitting? I thought Jared has experience babysitting."
"He does, but Janine does it better due to her not having as much of a temper." Peter said, handing Dana a bouquet of flowers. "Here."
"Thank you." Dana said, looking down at the flowers.
Peter presented a suitcase, "I've also brought some things from your apartment. Some wardrobe choices. A couple of provocative ensembles in here. I'll leave it up to you."
"Okay, but after dinner. Don't put any of those old cheap moves on me." Dana said.
"No, no, no, no." Peter said.
"It's different."
"I have all new cheap moves."
They entered the bedroom to find Oscar awake.
Dana picked Oscar up, "Hey, you. Hey, you. It looks like you're awake, huh? You're awake, yes."
"Yes, Oscar. You're gonna have the whole place to yourself tonight, pal. It's gonna be pretty neat. I got some Laura Antonelli tapes if you wanna watch them. Dana, did you see some shirts here in the floor-bed area?" Peter asked.
"Yeah, I put them in the hamper." Dana said.
"I have a hamper?"
"Yeah, it's in the bathroom."
"Neat." Peter said, taking some of the clothes out of the hamper. "Will you tell me next time you're going to do that, though, please?"
"Well, I thought they were dirty." Dana said.
Peter scoffed, "I have more than two grades of laundry, okay? There's not just clean and dirty. There are many subtle levels. Okay?"
Peter measure with his hands then slowly moved on hand down. He scoffed and took out a white shirt with gray stripes. He smelled it.
"See? You hang this outside the window for twenty minutes, it's perfectly fine." Peter said, leaving the bedroom.
"Interesting role model for you, Oscar, huh?" Dana asked, kissing Oscar.
The Firehouse...
It was still daytime and three men crossed the street. At the reception desk, Janine was ending a phone call. Several old newspapers and magazines from 1984 were framed on the wall of Peter's office along with some new ones.
"Well, they couldn't get to you until after the New Year." Janine said, as she listened to the caller's response and covered up her computer. "Well, just don't go in there." She hung up. "Louis, I'm closing up!"
Janine and Louis walked out of the Firehouse.
New York City…
"Well, should I take the subway or the surface roads, or what? It's kind of busy out." Louis said.
"Well, I'm walking. Good night." Janine said.
"Well, now. Well, well, hang on now. Do you--Do you maybe wanna--no, no--do you wanna have something to eat with me?"
"Well, yeah, I'd love that. But I-I-I told Dr. Venkman I'd babysit for him."
"Oh, oh."
"Do you want to babysit with me?" Janine asked.
"Okay, I would." Louis said, happily.
"Great. His place at eight. Bye." Janine said, walking away.
Louis stood in the middle of the crosswalk talking to himself, "His place at eight. All right. Well, I can get his address from the W2…"
A car honked at Louis.
"Hey, dummy, move!" A driver yelled.
Cars honked at Louis. Louis stepped out of the way and directed the cars.
(Jared's POV)
The Firehouse…
Ray, Egon, and I processed Peter's photographs of Vigo in a photo lab set up somewhere in the Firehouse. I am looking down at my MacBook Pro with the Torchwood software still up and running. Ray pinned one on the line.
Egon used a magnifying lens, "We were right, Ray, Jared. Multi-planar Kirlian emanations."
"Yeah, well, here's your next month's cover of GQ. Check out the aura on this sucker. Now, there's definitely a living presence there." Ray said.
"Well, we should look deeper into this." I said, sipping on some Coke.
"Why don't I run this wider shot through the spectro analyzer?" Ray asked.
"Good, I'll try turning up the roentgens." Egon said.
Ray fed a photograph into the spectro analyzer, which looked like a copy machine. Egon pressed some buttons on a pad.
"So, what do you two think? Chinese?" Ray asked.
"How about Thai?" Egon asked.
"Thai food? Seriously? It's too spicy for me and Ray!" I said, placing the Coke onto the table.
"He's right. Too spicy for us. Greek?" Ray asked.
"Mexican?" Egon asked.
"Taco Bell would stink this place up." I said, looking at Egon.
"That is true. So not Mexican then. Pizza?" Ray asked.
"Thin or thick?" Egon asked.
"Chicago." Ray said.
"Chicago deep dish isn't bad. But then again. I could just time travel and get us Kate and Al's pizza." I said, smiling.
"Pizza from the Jersey Shore sounds good."
"Get us three large pies, Jared." Egon said, looking at me.
A photograph came out of the analyzer. Egon hung it up. The photograph was of the floating head of Vigo and the river of slime.
"But first, take a look at this. What the hell is that?" Egon asked, picking up the magnifying lens.
"I know what it is." Ray said, when the lab door's deadbolt moved on its own and locked. "I've seen it before."
"Where did you see it?" I asked, typing in coordinates into my vortex manipulator.
"When you guys had me dangling like a worm on a hook a hundred feet below First Avenue. That's the river of slime." Ray said, and the photographs ignited. "What?"
We ran to the door and realized it was locked…
"Uh, Ray, Jared." Egon said, sadly.
"We need a blanket or a hose to extinguish the flames." I said, looking between Ray and Egon. "So let's get out of here, you guys."
"What? Why's this closed?" Ray asked, trying to open the door.
"Winston!" Egon said, angrily.
"Winston! Hey! Fire!" Ray said, worried.
"That way! That way!"
"What are we gonna do, put our heads in the toilet?" Ray asked.
"Come on, Winston!" I said, while Winston broke through the door with the butt of the fire extinguisher and used it on the photographs.
New York City…
It is now evening and Peter walked outside his building and tried to hail a taxi cab.
"Taxi!" Peter said, angrily.
Ecto-1a pulled up. Ray, Egon, Winston, and I came out wearing yellow rubber jackets.
"Pete, it's great that you're here. We've got incredible news." Ray said.
"Wait a minute. Can I have one try? All-you-can-eat barbecue rib night at the Sizzler?" Peter asked.
"No. We analyzed the photos you took of Vigo. The spectrogram shows a river of slime flowing behind it." Egon said.
"Just like the one I saw underground. Now we're going into the subway and sewer system to see if we can trace the source of the flow." Ray said.
"Yeah, come on. Change your clothes. We'll wait for you."
"Yeah. Egon thinks there might even be a tremendous breeding surge in the cockroach population." Wintson said.
"Cockroach population. Gross." I said, rolling my eyes. "Still think we should investigate it. Despite it disgusting me."
Dana steps out, "Hi, boys. What's up?"
"Hi." Ray said.
"Dana, the guys are going down to the sewer to check for slime stuff. And Egon thinks there may be a huge surge in cockroach breeding. Want to blow off this dinner thing and go with them?" Peter asked.
Dana smiled and walked to the edge of the sidewalk, "Taxi!"
"Women, huh? Ha ha." Peter said.
Peter walked to Dana. Egon turned around and headed back to Ecto-1a.
New York City Subway…
Egon, Ray, Winston, and I walked down some abandoned train tracks. I tripped on the track and yelped. Egon swept around with the Giga meter. Ray held a pickaxe over his left shoulder.
"Will you watch your step? I hate this." Winston said, looking at me.
"Same. I hate this." I said, crossing my arms. "Haven't been down here since the Great Depression."
"You were here during the Great Depression?"
"Daleks. Daleks in Manhattan." I said, holding out my iPhone 15 Pro Max to use its flashlight and the screen is up with a map of the New York City Subway system. "According to this old transit map, there should be an entrance anywhere along here somewhere."
"I'm not getting anything yet." Egon said, looking at his Giga meter.
"Well, at least it's too dark to see the cockroaches." Winston said.
"Forget about cockroaches. It's the subway rats you gotta worry about. Big as beavers." Ray said.
"Yeah, some of them can go four or five kilos." Egon said.
"Hey, hey. Enough, all right?" Winston asked.
"Listen, you hear them behind the walls. Scratching. There must be thousands of them." Ray said.
"Just shut up about the rats."
"Okay, okay." Ray said, shouting in the subway. "Hello?"
'Hello?'
"Hey!" Egon said, shouting in the subway.
'Hey!'
"Hello!" Winston said, shouting something in the subway.
There was no echo.
"Wiiiiiinstooooon." A scary voice said, nearby.
"Okay, I'm outta here." Winston said.
Suddenly, we were surrounded by many severed heads on stakes.
"Aggh! Aggh!" Ray, Egon, Winston, and I said, at the same time.
Just as quickly, the heads vanished.
"They're gone. What the…?" Winston asked.
"Before we go any further, I think we should get our Proton Packs." Egon said.
Ray nodded, "Uh. Yeah."
"Yup." I said, still holding my iPhone 15 Pro Max.
"Good idea." Winston said, when a rumbling sound made us pause. "What's that?"
"What's what?" Ray asked.
"Sounds like a train."
The rumbling continued.
"Nope. These train lines have been abandoned for 50 years." I said, squeezing my phone tight.
"Oh." Winston said, sadly.
The rumbling came closer.
"Probably in one of the tunnels above us." Egon said.
We looked up.
"I don't know. Sounds awfully close to me." Winston said.
A light appeared and a train whistle sounded off. A train came down the tunnel towards us. Ray, Egon, and I jumped out of the way. Winston froze and just stood there. The ghost train was intangible and passed right through him.
Winston's hardhat fell to the ground.
"Aggh!" Winston said, terrified.
"That was the old New York Central Railroad. It was the City of Albany line. That got derailed in 1920 because it killed hundreds of people." I said, looking at the three Ghostbusters. "Winston, did you catch the number of the train locomotive?"
"Sorry. I missed it." Winston said, sadly.
"Something's trying to stop us. We must be close." Egon said, his eyes widening.
Winston picked up his helmet and put it back on, "Where's Ray?"
"Ray?" Egon asked.
"Ray?" Winston asked.
"Ray!" I said, grabbing Winston's hand.
"Ray?"
"Ray?" Egon asked.
"Ray." Winston said, when Ray suddenly popped out and spooked us.
We turned around and gathered ourselves.
"Guys! Oh, sorry. I found it." Ray said, frowning.
"Whatcha find?" I asked, looking at Ray.
"Right here. There's a hole."
"Allons-y!" I said, dragging Winston away in a hurry.
"Hey, fellas, what about the packs? What about the packs?" Winston asked.
Egon, Ray, Winston, and I cleared some debris aside and walked into the Van Horne Pneumatic Station, the exact place where Ray was lowered down into. We stared at the river of slime.
"Unbelievable." Egon said, scoffing.
"Huh? What'd I tell you? I wasn't lying, was I?" Ray asked.
"Do you realize how much negative energy it must have taken to generate a flow this size?"
"Hey! New York, what a town." Winston said.
"All right. Let's see how deep it is. Get a sounding." Egon said, looking at Winston.
Winston used his sounding line, "Yeah. All right. Six feet. Twelve feet."
"Twelve?" Ray asked.
"Maybe something's pulling it!" Winston said, terrified.
"Hold on!" I said, looking at Winston.
"I'm trying. Give me a hand!"
"Ray! Jared!" Egon said, went over behind Winston.
"Give me a hand. Give me a hand!"
"Ray! Jared! Something's got him!" Egon said, looking between Ray and I.
"Get his belt off!" Ray said.
"We can't hold it!" Egon said, worried.
"Wait! Hold on! Ah. Ah! Aaaaahhhh!" Winston said, being pulled into the river.
The current carried Winston away, screaming. Ray, Egon, and I looked at each other then jumped in after Winston screaming.
(Open POV)
Armand's…
Dana and Peter dined at Armand's.
"A toast to the most charming, kindest…" Dana said, happily.
"Oh, it's--it's me." Peter said, his eyes widening.
"It's you. And most unusual man I have ever broken up with."
They clinked glasses and drank.
"Speaking of breaking up with neat guys, why did you dump me?" Peter asked.
"I didn't dump you. I was protecting myself. I mean, you weren't very good for me, you know. You know that, don't you?" Dana asked.
"Heck, I'm not even good for me."
"You're much better than you realize. You don't give yourself enough credit." Dana said, sadly.
"I need to hear that kind of stuff. If I had this kind of support on a twenty-four-hour-day basis, I could have myself whipped into shape by the end of this century." Peter said.
"Why don't you just give me a jingle in the year 2000?"
"Why don't I give you a jingle right now?"
Dana and Peter kissed.
Peter's apartment…
Louis held Oscar and finished telling him his version of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, "So the seven little dwarfs had a limited partnership in a small mining operation. And one day a beautiful princess came to live with them. And they bartered housekeeping services for room and board. Which was a real good deal for them because they didn't have to withhold Social Security or income tax or nothing, which you're really not supposed to do, you see, but for the purposes of this story I think it's okay."
"It really is a great place. I mean, it needs a woman's touch. But I think it looks really good, you know…" Janine said, looking at Louis.
Louis returned to the living room and gently closed the bedroom door, "Ssh. Bedtime."
"You're very good with children."
"Thanks. I practiced on my hamster." Louis said, happily.
"Oh. So you live alone?" Janine asked, holding crystal ball between her legs.
Louis looked away, "I used to have a roommate, but my mom moved to Florida."
"Oh. Why don't you come over here and sit with me?" Janine asked.
"Okay." Louis said, sitting on the couch next to Janine. "So you wanna play Boggle or Super Mario Brothers?"
"You know, I think motherhood's a very natural instinct. I'd like a child myself." Janine said, crossing a leg over Louis's. "Would you?"
Louis became nervous, "Tonight?"
Janine touched Louis' right ear.
(Jared's POV)
Manhattan…
Ray, Winston, and I emerged from a manhole outside the Manhattan Museum of Art. We were drenched in the ectoplasm.
"UH!" Ray said, disgusted.
"The second time down in those subway lines! So…gross…" I said, holding in my puke.
"Nice going, Ray. What are you trying to do, drown me?" Winston asked.
A homeless person with a shopping cart passed by them on the sidewalk taken aback by us.
"Oh, yeah, Zeddemore, like it was my fault! But you were too stupid not to drop that plumb line!" Ray said, angrily.
"Stupid? Hey, you better watch your mouth or I'll punch your lights out!" Winston said, angrily.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah!"
"Well, any time!"
"Come on, right now!" Winston said, looking at Ray.
"It's go time, man!" Ray said, looking at Winston.
"I want you, bad!"
"Grab me! Come on!"
Egon looked at his gloves, "Wait! Wait! Stop, stop. Get your clothes off, quick. Strip."
Egon stripped off his clothing until he was only in his long underwear. I took off my tracksuit, knowing I can get another later. Ray and Winston stopped quarreling and followed suit.
"Oh, dear. Ray. What were we doing? I was ready to kill you." Winston said, sadly.
"It's the stuff. It's like pure, concentrated evil." Ray said.
"And it's all flowing right to this spot." Egon said, frowning.
"Right into the Metropolitan Museum of Art." I said, looking at the Manhattan Museum of Art right in front of us. "At least it isn't MoMa."
Armand's…
A waiter placed a plate down for Peter as he spoke to Dana. Ray, Egon, Winston, and I entered Armand's still in their slimed long underwear.
"Are you sure this is it? This place?" Winston asked.
"Yup. He said Armand's." I said, smiling.
"Excuse me…" The maitre d' said.
"It's all right. We'll look in the back." Egon said.
"We'll only be a minute." Ray said, when we spotted Dana and Peter. "Venkman! Venkman! Hey, Venkman!"
We shouted and walked over, to Peter's dismay. The Maitre D' followed us.
"Please get out of my restaurant." The maitre d' said.
"Absolutely incredible!" Ray said, excitedly.
"You cannot come in here!"
"The greatest tangible evidence of psychic energy in years!"
"Will you leave this restaurant?! You're disturbing my guests!"
"Just a second. Just a second." Ray said, looking at the maitre d'.
"Boys, boys! You're scaring the straights. Okay? Is there any way we can do this tomorrow?" Peter asked.
Dana looked around the room.
"No, no, this won't wait until tomorrow, Venkman. It's hot and it's ready to pop." Egon said.
"Yup. It's all over New York City. And it's under it. Flowing through the entire subway system. Actually." I said, smiling.
"Rivers of this stuff." Winston said.
"Yes. And it's all flowing right to the museum." Egon said.
"Yeah, the museum!" Ray said, throwing out his arm to point towards the museum and ectoplasm was tossed around.
Some landed on a woman's dress.
"Ugh! It got all over me. What is this stuff?" A slimed restaurant patron asked.
"Sorry." Ray said, frowning.
"Oh, God. You mean my museum?" Dana asked.
"The very same." I said, looking at Dana.
"I was…I was going to tell you between the dessert and the cheese course." Peter said, letting out a sigh.
'On Our Own' began to play. The Maitre D' returned with two police officers.
"There they are!" The maitre d' said.
"You can never go back there again. You're gonna have to find a new job." Peter said, looking at Dana.
"It's psychomagnotheric plasm." Ray said, motioning towards Winston. "It affects behavior. We were fighting!"
"We were fighting. Had him by the throat." Winston said.
"We were in a fight." Ray said.
"He had him by the throat…" Egon said.
The officers attempted to get our attention.
"I'm glad they're here. We gotta see the mayor. No, no, no, no." Ray said, annoyed.
The police officers each corralled Ray and Egon towards the door with Winston and I talking to them. The Maitre D', the slimed patron, and the slimed patron's date followed us. Peter and Dana got up from their table.
Gracie Mansion…
It is now evening and a police squad car drove up to the front door and sounded its siren. The snippet of 'On Our Own' ended. The doorman opened the passenger door. The Ghostbusters and I got out. The officer driving opened his door.
"Oh, Ghostbusters!" The doorman said, happily.
"How you doing?" Peter asked.
"Hey, guys, come right this way." The doorman said, opening the front door for us. "Hey, you guys got another one of those Proton Packs? My kid brother really wants one."
"The Proton Pack is not a toy." Egon said.
"While a sonic screwdriver can be considered a toy." I said, smiling. "I have a collection of them."
Ray turned to the doorman in the doorway, "I guess they're right."
(Open POV)
Peter's apartment…
Dana entered Peter's apartment and turned on the lights. Louis jumped off the couch in shock. He knocked over a stand. Janine peeked at Dana.
"Oh! Oh, Dana, we were just babysitting, honest. And we watched some TV and we had something to eat and one thing led to another, and…" Louis said, looking at Dana.
"That's all right. I know what you were doing." Dana said.
"I didn't know anything was gonna happen, really…"
Janine got up and adjusted her dress, "Hi, Dana. How was your date?"
"Well, it wasn't a date. It was just dinner." Dana said.
"Where's Peter?" Louis asked.
Dana placed her purse down, "Oh, he was arrested."
"Typical." Janine said, scoffing.
"Did he call?" Dana asked.
"No, no. Nobody called." Louis said.
"Well, how's Oscar? Is he all right?"
"Oh, oh, he's fine. Such a good baby. He was a little fussy at first, then we just gave him some French bread pizza... passed right out." Janine said.
"Good. Good. Well, I'll just give him a look-see." Dana said, while Louis sighed in relief.
Dana leaned in on Oscar, who was asleep.
"So you think we should go?" Louis asked.
"Gee, I don't know. I don't think we should leave her alone." Janine said.
"You're right. Let's stay." Louis said, as he and Janine dropped back on the couch together.
(Jared's POV)
Gracie Mansion…
A butler opened the doors of the Gracie Mansion study. Mayor Lenny entered. There was a reception going on elsewhere in the mansion. The Ghostbusters and I greeted him.
"Lenny!" Peter, Ray, Egon, Winston, and I said, at the same time.
"Big man!" Peter said, happily.
"Ghostbusters." The Mayor said.
"Mr. Mayor." Winston said, offering his hand out to shake.
Mayor Lenny looked at Winston, in his slime drenched long underwear. Winston awkwardly pulled his hand away.
"What is this? A slumber party?" The Mayor asked.
"Yup." I said, and Jack Hardemeyer snickered. "In a way."
The Ghostbusters all talked at once.
"That's what we're here to talk about." Egon said.
"Look, I don't wanna hear anything about it. You've got two minutes. Make it good." The mayor said.
"Uh, well, first of all, Mr. Mayor, it's a great pleasure to see you again. And we'd just like to say that almost 50% of us voted for you in the last election." Ray said.
"I appreciate that."
"I'm just sorry we always have to meet under these circumstances." Peter said.
"Mr. Mayor, we are here tonight because a psychomagnotheric slime flow of immense proportions is building up beneath the city." Ray said.
"Psycho-what?" The mayor asked.
"Psychomagnotheric." Egon said.
"Egon, that's a big word. A big complicated word." I said, sadly.
"Negative human emotions are materializing in the form of a viscous, psychoreactive plasm with explosive supernormal potential." Egon said.
"Does anybody speak English here?" The mayor asked.
"Yeah. Your Honor, see, what we're trying to tell you is like, all the bad feelings, all the hate, the anger and vibes of this city is turning into the sludge. Now, I didn't believe it at first either, but we just went for a swim in it and we ended up almost killing each other!" Winston said, looking at the mayor.
"This is insane! I mean, do we really have to listen to this?" Jack asked.
"Can't you stop your lips from flapping for two little minutes?" Peter asked, walking over to Jack to touch his lips. "Lenny, have you been out on the street lately? Do you know how weird it is out there? We've taken our own head count. There seem to be three million completely miserable assholes living in the Tri-State area."
"Oh, please." Jack said, scoffing.
"I beg your pardon. Three million and one."
"Hey!"
"And what budgie-brain here doesn't realize is that if we don't do something fast, this whole place is gonna blow like a frog on a hot plate." Ray said.
"Yeah, right." Jack said.
"What am I supposed to do? Go on television and tell ten million people they have to be nice to each other? Being miserable and treating other people like dirt is every New Yorker's God-given right. Your two minutes are up. Good night, gentlemen." The mayor said, leaving the room as we called out.
"Wait." Egon said.
"You're making a big mistake, Mr. Mayor." Ray said.
"You're making a very newsworthy mistake. Oh... the Times is gonna be interested in this... And you know The Post.." Peter said.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Now, now." Jack said.
"Let's come up with some headlines, guys." I said, happily.
"'Mayor Hides Slime'." Winston said.
"'Times Square Slime'?" Ray asked.
"'Slime Square'." Egon said.
"Slime Square." Ray said.
"Times Square getting slimed. Now that's a horrible sight." I said, letting out a sigh.
"Fine, fine, fine. Now, before you go running off to the newspapers with this, would you consider telling this slime business to some of our people downtown?" Jack asked.
"It's gotta be done right away." Peter said.
Jack nodded in agreement.
Parkview Psychiatric Hospital…
The Ghostbusters and I exclaimed as we were led through Parkview Psychiatric Hospital in straitjackets.
"You know the expression, 'It all comes back?' Well, it's gonna come back!" Ray said, as one of the police officers from Armand's and Gracie Mansion opened the doors and seemed conflicted. "This city's in danger! The whole state! The whole world! All we wanna do is help!"
"I'm warning you. Come on, let's go." The orderly said.
"The mayor wants them kept under strict observation for the next few days. We think they're seriously disturbed and potentially dangerous." Jack said.
"Well, we'll do whatever's necessary." The psychiatric doctor said.
"Thank you, doctor." Jack said, shaking the doctor's hand.
The doctor followed after his men. Jack walked back towards the doors.
(Open POV)
Restoration room…
"I await the words of Vigo." Janosz said.
"I, Vigo, the Scourge of Carpathia…" Vigo said.
Janosz Poha dressed the Restoration room to look like a shrine to Vigo. Janosz stood in a circles of candles laid out on the floor. The giant head form appeared in the painting.
"No, you've told me this. The Scourge." Janosz said.
"…the sorrow of Moldavia…" Vigo said.
"Sorrows. I've heard all of this, yes."
"…command you."
"Command me, lord."
"The season of evil begins with the birth of the new year."
"Good." Janosz said.
"Bring me the child that I might live again." Vigo said.
"Yes! Lord Vigo? I was wondering. This woman, Dana, is fine and strong. Now, if I was to bring the baby, could I have that woman?" Janosz asked, touching the flame on one of the candles then quickly pulled back.
"So be it. On this day of darkness she will be ours. Wife to you... and mother to me." Vigo said.
Janosz hopped up and spun around in elation.
"Yes! Thank you, lord! Thank you." Janosz said, twirling in a circle.
Peter's apartment…
Louis, Janine, and Dana watched 'The Lady from Shanghai' in Peter's living room.
"Is, like, she the killer or what?" Janine asked.
"No, that's Rita Hayworth. She was married to Citizen Kane while they were doing this thing. Then right after they finished, she dumped him for some polo player. " Louis said, while Janine fed him some popcorn from a bowl next to an open Hi-C drink. "I don't why beautiful women love horses so much. Do you love horses?"
"No." Janine said.
Dana's expression and tone implied she wished they would leave, "You know, you really don't have to stay. I'm sure Peter will be back soon."
"Oh, we don't mind. Can you see okay?" Louis asked.
There was a thunder clap outside. Dana checked her wrist watch, "Yep."
A window opened on its own in Peter's bedroom. Oscar turned around and looked. Dana felt a draft and went to go check on Oscar.
"Oscar?" Dana asked, while the bed was empty and she looked out the open window. "Oh, no. Oh, God! Oscar!" She found Oscar on the ledge outside the apartment. "Louis!"
"What?" Louis asked.
"It's Oscar!" Dana said, crawling out onto the ledge. "Oscar…"
Louis came in and popped his head out the window then yelled out to Janine, "Call 911 right now!"
Dana crawled across the ledge to Oscar. To her horror, Janosz flew down from the sky in a ghost form dressed like an English nanny. His eyes flashed red.
"Oscar... oh, no. No! Oh, God! No!" Dana said, terrified.
Janosz's right arm extended and grabbed Oscar. Dana lunged too late. Oscar was placed in the baby carriage.
"No!" Dana said, worried.
They flew away. Dana went back into the apartment.
"Oh, my God. That was a ghost!" Louis yelled.
"No. No, that was Janosz. He took him…" Dana said, sadly.
"What? What's happening?" Janine asked.
"What should we do?" Louis asked.
"Where's the baby?"
"The museum!" Dana said, getting Peter's green coat on.
"Where are you going?" Louis asked.
"I've got to get my baby!" Dana said, rushing off.
"We gotta find the guys." Louis said, looking at Janine.
(Jared's POV)
Parkview Hospital…
Egon, Ray, Peter, Winston, and I talked to the Psychiatric Doctor in a room at Parkview Hospital. We looked exhausted from trying to explain the situation to the doctor over and over. Peter buried his face in his arms. The doctor smoked.
"As I explained before, we think the spirit of a 17th-century Moldavian tyrant is alive and well in a painting at the Manhattan Museum of Art." Ray said, sadly.
"Uh-huh. And are there any other paintings in the museum with bad spirits in them?" The psychiatric doctor asked.
"You're wasting valuable time. He's drawing strength from a psychomagnotheric slime flow that's been collecting under the city." Egon said.
"Yes, tell me about the slime."
"It's very potent stuff. We made a toaster dance with it. " Winston said.
"A toaster." The psychiatric doctor said.
"And a bathtub tried to eat his friend's baby." Winston said, looking at Peter.
"A bathtub?"
"They're the crazy ones. Not me." I said, scoffing.
Peter raised himself up, "Don't look at me. Jared and I think these people are completely nuts."
(Open POV)
Van Horne Pneumatic Station…
The river of slime churned and was an even higher level and it was almost up past the archways.
Manhattan Museum of Art…
It is evening and a taxi cab pulled up to it. Trash was blown all around. Dana got out of her taxi and went into the museum. The doors sealed shut. Psychomagnotheric ectoplasm flowed down and covered the doorway and the entire museum.
Restoration room…
Dana entered the Restoration room, ran to Oscar, and picked him up from an altar. Ancient symbols were carved on the altar.
"Oscar. Sweetheart. Oh, oh. I thought I'd lost you. I thought I'd never see you again. Oh, baby." Dana said, holding Oscar.
"Hello, Dana. I thought that you might come." Janosz said.
"You stay away from us, Janosz. I mean it." Dana said, looking at Janosz.
"Oh, don't worry. He will not be harmed. He has been chosen to be the vessel of the spirit of Vigo. And you will be the mother of the ruler of the world. Doesn't that sound nice?"
"No, it sounds ludicrous. You stay away from him. I mean it." Dana said, backing out of the circle of candles.
"Well, I don't think we have choice here, yes? Take a look. It's not Gainsborough's 'Blue Boy', there, huh? Heh, heh. He is Vigo." Janosz said.
"I don't care who he is. You're not going to take my baby." Dana said, telekinetically flung backwards and sealed out of the room, essentially in a prison cell while Oscar floated back to the altar. "Oscar! Oh, you bastard!"
The Vigo painting was in its normal state.
New York City…
'Flip City' began to play. The river of slime flowed upwards to the streets of New York City.
Evening. A ghost chased people out of a Movieland Theatre in Times Square where there was a special New Years Midnite showing of 'Cannibal Girls', starring Eugene Levy and Andrea Martin. Slime dripped off the sign.
Slime pulsed out of a ground vent. A woman with a mink coat stepped on Psychomagnotheric ectoplasm on the sidewalk. The mink coat became animated, screeched, and lunged at her. She threw it off. The coat scurried down the sidewalk.
A huge manifestation walked under the Washington Square Arch and bellowed at the people running away in terror.
Midtown Central Police Station…
It was abuzz with phone calls and officers scrambling. Police Detective #1, in a green shirt, was on the phone.
"Was this a big dinosaur or a little dinosaur? Oh, a skeleton? Which way was it headed?" Police detective 2 asked.
"Wait a second. What was chasing you in the park? The park bench was chasing you? I see." Police detective 3 said.
"What? Wait a second. Lieutenant, I think you'd better talk to this guy." The police sergeant said, standing with the phone still in his hand.
"I'm busy here." The police lieutenant said.
"It's some dock supervisor down at Pier 34."
"What's the problem?"
"He says the Titanic just arrived."
Pier 34…
It is evening and a ghostly version of the Titanic was docked at Pier 34. Ghosts walked out onto the dock. A horn blared. A dock supervisor and assistant watched from the Port Authority office in shock.
"Well, better late than never." The dock supervisor said.
City Hall…
A conference room was filled with various officials and department heads.
"The Battery is swamped. We've had more than three thousand calls since midnight last night!" The fire chief said, angrily.
"We've got every man in uniform on the streets, and I am still short-handed. We got meter maids chasing ghosts all over midtown." The police commissioner said.
The Public Works official handed Jack Hardemeyer a diagram, "There's this shell thing over the Manhattan Museum of Art. We can't make a dent!"
"Have you tried dynamite?" Jack asked.
"We've tried everything." The public works official said.
Mayor Lenny entered the room, passing by a mob of reporters, "What the hell is going on? It's pandemonium out there."
"Yes, I know. We're working on it." Jack said.
"Great. While you're working on it I'm going down in history as the mayor who let New York get sucked down into the tenth level of hell. All right, we've got no choice. Call the Ghostbusters." The mayor said.
"Wait! Now, I'm sure there's another way."
"Jack, I spent an hour last night in my bedroom talking to Fiorello La Guardia and he's been dead for forty years. Now where are the Ghostbusters and the future President of the World?"
"They're not available." Jack said.
"What do you mean, they're not available?" The mayor asked.
"Well, I had them committed to the psychiatric ward at Parkview Hospital."
"You what?"
"They were threatening to go to the press. I was protecting your interests."
"Oh yeah?" The mayor asked, following Jack around the chairs.
Jack cowered in fear, "Uh-huh!"
"Well, you can stop protecting my interests. You placed the future President of Earth into a psychiatric ward with the men that can help save New York City. What the hell were you thinking? You have exactly three minutes to clear out. You're fired!" The mayor said, shoving Jack to the doors.
"But the election-- You're making a big mistake, Mr. Mayor!" Jack said, worried.
"Harry, remove this man from the building. And get me the Ghostbusters and the future President of the World!" The mayor said, while Harry stood up and ushered Jack out.
The reporters were still outside the door.
"Harry!" Jack said, terrified.
"Mr. Mayor? Mr. Mayor, come take a look at this. Wow." The mayor's aide said, when the mayor walked over to the window. "What is it? Have you ever seen anything like that before?"
The sky swirled and changed before their eyes into an eclipse and a supernaturally induced darkness blanketed the city.
"Somebody get me the Ghostbusters and the future President of Earth." The mayor said.
Parkview Psychiatric Hospital…
The Ghostbusters and I suited up in our flight suits as we walked through a hall in Parkview Psychiatric Hospital while Louis Tully briefed us on what happened since we were incarcerated.
"And he took the baby, then he put it into a-a carriage, and levitated away!" Louis said, worried.
"So, what did Dana do? Where did she go?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"I don't know. She said she was going to the museum to get the baby back. And then there was an eclipse, and the whole town went dark, and everybody's nuts!"
"It all fits. Vigo wants in on the 21st century. He needs a human body to inhabit. Little Oscar must be it." Ray said, his eyes widening.
"Yeah, and I bet we're the only ones who can do anything about it, right?" Winston asked.
"You bet we are!"
"Well, I am not letting him get the 21st century. That is my home. And that is where my family and friends are!" I said, looking at the Ghostbusters. "Without them. I would be spending all of my time in the TARDIS."
New York City…
It is now evening and Ecto-1a turned west on East 14th Street to the Lincoln Tunnel. 'On Our Own' played.
The Manhattan Museum of Art…
It is still evening and the museum was encased in a hard shell of the psychomagnotheric ectoplasm. Police officers and fire fighters had the area blocked off. Crowds still gathered to see what was going on. Ecto-1a arrived. The people cheered. A snippet of 'On Our Own' played. The Ghostbusters and I got out and stared at the slime shell.
"Looks like a giant Jell-O mold." Ray said.
"I hate Jell-O." Winston said, annoyed.
"Come on, Winston! There's always room to eat Jell-O! I love getting them at buffets." I said, while Egon stared at the shell.
(Open POV)
Restoration room…
Janosz tried to convince Dana to join Vigo's side, "Soon it will be midnight and the city will be mine and Vigo's. Well... mainly Vigo's. Oh, Dana. You and I have this terrific opportunity to make the best of this relationship."
"We don't have a relationship." Dana said, scoffing.
"I know! Marry me, Dana. Together we will raise Vigo as our son. And let me tell you something here. There are many perks in being the mother of a living god. I'm sure we could get you a magnificent apartment, car, free parking…" Janosz said, opening the gate and allowed Dana back into the main space. "Many marriages begin with a certain amount of distance. And I think that perhaps you and I could maybe learn to... love each other?"
"Yes. I could learn." Dana said.
Manhattan Museum of Art…
The Ghostbusters and Jared marched up the front of the entrance to the Manhattan Museum of Art.
"Pull 'em." Ray said.
"Full neutronas." Egon said.
"Let's cook this thing!" Jared said, as he and the Ghostbusters opened fire on the shell but it became apparent they were shooting in vain.
"Save 'em." Ray said, while the crowds booed and hissed at them.
"C'mon!" A person yelled. "Aw, c'mon Ghostbusters!"
"That slime mold is pulsing with evil. It would take a tremendous amount of positive energy to crack that shell and I seriously doubt there's enough goodwill left in this town to do it." Egon said.
Ray planted his face on Ecto-1a's hood in frustration then stood back up,"You know, I just can't believe things have gotten so bad in this city that there's no way back. I mean, sure, it's dirty, it's crowded, it's polluted, it's noisy and there's people all around who'd just as soon step on your face as look at you. But come on! There's got to be a few sparks of sweet humanity left in this burned-out burg and we just have to figure out a way to mobilize it."
"He's right. We need something that everyone in this town can get behind, we need... a symbol." Egon said.
They all started looking downwards.
"Something that appeals to the best in each and every one of us." Ray said.
Egon squatted down, "Something good."
"Something decent." Winston said.
"Something pure." Peter said.
Jared and the Ghostbusters looked down Ecto-1a's license plate to see the Statue of Liberty.
"You're kidding me! The Statue of Liberty? It was a Weeping Angel at one point!" Jared said, rolling his eyes.
Liberty Island…
It is evening and the Ghostbusters and Jared stared at the Statue of Liberty.
"Kind of makes you wonder, doesn't it?" Peter asked.
"Wonder what?" Ray asked.
"Whether she's naked under that toga. She's French. You know that." Peter said.
Egon looked at Peter then looked at Winston.
Inside the Statue of Liberty…
The Ghostbusters and Jared completed preparations with assorted equipment.
"Got it. Ready with the speakers, Ray. Slime blowers ready?" Egon asked.
"Okay. Internal audio set. Internal electric set." Ray said.
"Slime blower primed and set." Winston said.
Peter leaned towards one of the slime blowers.
"Ooh. Good slime. Good slime. Winston, is our slime in a good mood tonight?" Peter asked.
"I hope so. She's a lot bigger than a toaster." Winston said, happily.
"Peter, it's all yours. Let's get this party started!" Jared said, handing Peter a microphone.
"Thank you. Testing, one, two, testing. Hey, how many of you people out here are a national monument? Would you raise your hand, please? Oh, hello, miss." Peter said, talking into the microphone.
"Hey. Let's frost it." Winston said.
"It's slime time." Ray said.
Ray, Winston, and Jared blasted slime all over the statue's interior.
Ray had a cigar in his mouth, "Beautiful."
Some time later, the Ghostbusters and Jared gathered up in the crown.
"You're lucky I had that." Jared said, looking down at a modified NES Advantage controller that was readied. "The pilot controls are ready."
"All right. It's getting late. It's almost midnight. Let's go, Venkman." Egon said.
"Here's something off the request line from Liberty Island. We gonna squeeze some New Year's juice from ya, Big Apple!" Peter said.
Jackie Wilson's '(Your Love Has Lifted Me) Higher and Higher' was played off a Sony WM-A39 Walkman. All of the Psychomagnotheric ectoplasm reacted and energy surged throughout. The Statue's torch suddenly ignited in an explosive manner, startling the Ghostbusters and Jared. The Statue walked off its foundation and into the river to the mainland.
"Man, I can't wait to see people's faces when we come on shore! This should really get the city's positive energy flowing, huh, Venkie, Jared?" Ray asked.
"Or scare them to death. I know I was scared of seeing the Statue of Liberty when I was having one of the worst days of my life." Jared said, sadly.
"Keep kicking, Libby. You make this work, we'll pop for a weekend in Vegas with the Jolly Green Giant." Peter said.
New York City…
The same dock supervisor and co-worker saw the Statue coming and were speechless.
The Firehouse…
Janine suited Louis up in one of Egon's flightsuits, "You look fantastic in this."
"I was born to wear this stuff." Louis said, kissing Janine.
The doors opened.
New York City…
Louis dashed outside the Firehouse in full gear, wearing a Proton Pack, "Boy, this equipment's heavy."
'(Your Love Keeps Lifting Me) Higher And Higher' continued to play. A police escort turned onto Fifth Avenue. The Statue of Liberty walked off of West 54th Street onto Fifth Avenue, stepping out from between the The Canada Building at 680 Fifth Avenue, towards the Manhattan Museum of Art. People stood behind police barricades and cheered.
"It's a lovefest, New York!" Peter said, happily.
"Sing it out!" Ray said, excitedly.
"Yeah! Come on!" Egon said.
"Your love... has lifted me higher!" Peter said.
"Come on, you sing!" Winston said.
The Statue walked past Trump Tower at 725 Fifth Avenue.
"We're running out of time, Ray." Egon said.
"Ugh! Ray! Can you go any faster?" Jared asked, looking at the view of New York City.
"I'm afraid the vibrations would shake her to pieces. We should have padded her feet." Ray said.
"I don't think they make Nikes in her size, Ray." Egon said.
"Ah, don't worry, she's tough. She's a harbor chick!" Peter said.
The Statue stepped on a police squad car and squashed it in front of Fred's at 703 Fifth Avenue.
"Sorry! My fault!" Ray said, looking down at the car.
Louis ran down a sidewalk to a bus stop at East 77th and First Avenue.
"Happy New Year. Gotta stay fit, keep sharp, make good decisions." Louis said, stopping at a bus stop and a bus pulled up. "Oh, good. Oh, good. Oh, good." The doors opened to reveal Slimer was the driver that wore a bus driver's cap. "Oh, it's you." Slimer gestured Louis to come in. "Okay, but I didn't know you had your license."
Manhattan Museum of Art…
Janosz and Dana wore New Year's Eve party hats.
"Four minutes to go, and then... party times." Janosz said.
"Oscar...ah!" Dana said, while Janosz held her back with one arm.
A red ray shined from Vigo onto Oscar. Vigo's face started to overlay onto Oscar.
"It's happening. It's really happening." Janosz said, as they heard a creak and looked up to see the Statue of Liberty above the skylight. "No. No! Go away from here!"
Dana grabbed Oscar off the altar. Vigo groaned and vanished.
Inside the Statue of Liberty…
"C'mon, baby! I love it when you roughhouse!" Peter said, happily.
"Hit it, Mama!" Egon said, angrily.
"Drop the hammer!" Ray said.
"Go! Do it now!" Winston said.
"Break through the fucking skylight, Ray!" Jared said, smirking.
(Jared's POV)
Manhattan Museum of Art…
The Statue smashed the skylight with its torch. Janosz ran off. Dana and Oscar hid behind a column.
"Oh, Oscar, look." Dana said, holding Oscar.
The Ghostbusters and I rappelled down into the museum.
"Yes!" I said, excitedly. "We did it!"
Restoration Room….
"Go away! Don't you know who this is?" Janosz asked.
"Happy New Year." Peter said.
"He is Vigo! You are like the buzzing of flies to him!"
The painting was blank. Janosz was without words.
"Oh, Johnny, did you back the wrong horse. Will you hose him, please?" Peter asked.
"Hose him." Ray said, looking between Winston and I.
"On it!" I said, holding the tub of my Proton Pack.
Ray, Winston, and I slimed Janosz. Janosz screamed, eventually slipped, fell, thrashed around, and passed out.
"One down." Winston said.
"On the ground." Ray said.
"Boy, am I…" Dana said, kissing Peter. "…glad to see you."
Peter hugged Dana and Oscar, "Oh, Oscar, Oscar."
"Is he dead?" Dana asked.
"Uh-uh. This slime is positively charged. He'll wake up feeling like a million bucks." Ray said.
"Whoa! This gentleman is a little bit ripe. That's all right, my friend, I think I had an accident, too." Peter said.
The Restoration room's atmosphere turned eerie. A draft blew through. There was a crash of a fixture and a black hose wrapped around Dana.
"Get him away!" Dana said.
"Get a knife or something! We gotta cut her out of this!" Ray said.
Peter took Oscar behind some boards and placed a blanket on the floor for him to rest on, "Okay. All right, now listen. You gotta stay right here. Don't move. Uncle Pete's gotta go help your mom for a second. You just stay here and don't say anything, okay?"
Vigo fully manifested in the room. As he walked, there were after images.
"Uh-oh." Egon said.
"Hold it right there, deadhead! You want a baby? Go ahead and knock up some willing hellhound. Otherwise, I'm giving you three to get back in that painting where you belong. One!" Ray said.
Peter stood up from his position with his particle thrower already drawn, "Two."
Vigo grinned.
"Three!" Ray said.
"Now!" I said, while Peter, Egon, and I fired on Vigo.
Vigo winced.
"You got him! You got him!" Ray said.
Vigo snarled, threw out his arms, broke the streams, unleashed a pulse of energy, and the Ghostbusters and I fell to the ground.
"Oh, that was really stupid." Winston said.
"Ray, can you move?" Egon asked.
"No. Are you okay?" Ray asked, looking at Egon.
"No. Venkman, how are you?"
"I'm fine." Peter said.
Vigo found Oscar's location and used telekinesis to move the boards aside like a sliding door. He smiled.
"No. No! Oscar. Please, do something!" Dana said, worried.
"Not so fast, Vigo! Hey, Vigo! Yeah, you. The bimbo with the baby. Anyone tell you the big shoulder look is out? You know, I have met some dumb blondes in my life, but you take the taco, pal. Only a Carpathian would come back to life now and choose New York. Tasty pick, bonehead! If you had brain one in that huge melon on top of your neck, you would be living the sweet life out in Southern California's beautiful San Fernando Valley." Peter said, as Vigo fired energy rays from his mouth at the Ghostbusters and I while we were covered in the rays and convulsed in pain. "Oh darn it. Oh, darn it."
Vigo raised Oscar in his arms. Oscar cried.
"Now we become one." Vigo said.
'Auld Lang Syne' could be heard from the skylight. Vigo recoiled in pain.
"Where's that singing coming from?" Ray asked.
"The people outside." Winston said.
"It's New Years! The countdown happened." I said, and the crowds of people outside the Manhattan Museum of Art celebrated New Years together.
Louis Tully passed through the crowd and made his way to the front. The Statue of Liberty was on its back on the street.
"Sorry folks! Excuse me. Ghostbusters. Wow. I'm here with you guys." Louis said, readied his particle thrower.
"He's weakening! The singing is neutralizing his slime!" Egon said.
I can move!" Ray said, worried.
Peter hobbled forward.
"Oscar!" Dana said.
Vigo was forcibly propelled back into the painting.
"Oscar!" I said, catching Oscar just in time before handing him to Dana. "Here you go!"
"Oh, sweetie." Dana said, grabbing Oscar from me. "Thank you, Jared."
"He's back in the painting!" Egon said.
"All right, go find a shady spot. " Peter said, while Ray turned towards the painting and locked eyes with Vigo. "Vigi, Vigi, Vigi. You have been a bad monkey."
Ray suddenly walked up to the painting and stared at it.
"Ray? We'd like to shoot the monster. Could you move, please?" Egon asked.
"Ray?" Peter asked.
"Ray?" Winston asked.
"Ray?!" Peter, Egon, Winston, and I exclaimed.
Ray turned around to reveal he was possessed by Vigo and transmogrified to resemble his true ghost form.
"No! I, Ray, am Vigo, shall rule the earth! Be gone, you pitiful half-men!" Vigo yelled.
"Now!" Peter said.
"Right!" I said, while Peter, Egon, and I fired at the painting. "Time to save the world again!"
Winston slimed Ray. At the same time by coincidence, Louis fired upon the slime shell.
Ray dropped to the ground as Vigo was ejected out of his body and back into the painting as the giant floating head. They continued to fire on him. Vigo was drenched in the positively charged psychomagnotheric ectoplasm.
"No!" Vigo said, as he was sent spiraling further into the painting until there was an explosion and a bright white light was projected.
The slime shell disintegrated and shot up into the sky. The people cheered. Several congratulated Louis.
"I did it! I did it!" Louis said, happily.
"That was great! I loved it!" A man said.
"I'm a Ghostbuster!"
Egon and Winston took the Slime Blower off Ray and helped him up.
"You all right?" Winston asked.
"Come on, get up. Let's get this off." Egon said.
"Here. Here we go. How do you feel?" Winston asked, looking at Ray.
"Groovy." Ray said.
"You all right?" Peter asked.
"Yes. Thank you, Peter." Dana said.
Peter addressed Oscar.
"Spread out, shorty." Peter said, kissing Dana.
"I love you guys. I love all you guys." Ray said.
"Great, Ray." Egon said, smiling.
"And I love Venkman... wow." Ray said.
"Let's go." I said, looking at the Ghostbusters. "We can't stay here."
"We gonna have to live with this?" Winston asked.
"Real friendship." Ray said.
"Yeah." Egon said.
Janosz lied in a puddle of ectoplasm singing, "They will come from behind…"
Ray stepped on some ectoplasm, making a gush sound, and getting Janosz's attention.
Ray helped Janosz up, "Hey."
"Sir, are you all right?" Egon asked.
"Ah, ah... why am I drippings with goo?" Janosz asked.
"You had a violent prolonged transformative psychic episode." Egon said.
"Eh?"
"Sorry we had to hose you down there, but you were kind of out of control. Hey, man... let me tell you something. I love you." Ray said, looking at Janosz.
"Yes?" Janosz asked.
"Yeah."
"Well, I love you too."
Ray and Janosz hugged.
Winston took a look at the painting, "Hey fellas. You wanna take a look at this?"
"Wow!" Ray said, happily.
"Early Renaissance, I think. Raphael, or Piero della Francesca." Egon said.
"No, I believe it's one of the Fettucines." Peter said.
I am looking at the behind of the Ghostbusters and Dana. The painting now portrayed Peter, Ray, Winston, Egon, and I in classic robes standing around a cherub that looked like Oscar.
'Ghostbusters!' Voices said, nearby.
(Open POV)
The 'Ghostbusters' song played.
New York City…
The Ghostbusters and Jared, without their packs, Dana with Oscar, and Louis walked down the steps of the museum to the cheering crowd. The crowd chanted 'Ghostbusters' over and over. They continued walking down to the crowd. Mayor Lenny stood on the steps are raised his arms up.
Peter looked inside his refrigerator and groaned in disgust at its contents. He wiped the tear from his eye.
In a Firehouse lab, Ray smiled and laughed.
In Dana's apartment, Dana tickled Oscar.
'On Our Own' is played.
At the Manhattan Museum of Art, Egon grinned and shrugged.
Louis walked back into the Firehouse through the inner doors, found himself outside again, and walked back inside.
Outside Parkview Psychiatric Hospital, Winston adjusted an elbow pad at the rear of Ecto-1a.
In the Firehouse garage bay, Janine was handed two smoking Traps. The Ghostbusters and Jared went back to Ecto-1a.
In the museum, Janosz turned around on the step ladder and grimaced.
Outside the museum, Jack Hardemeyer partied with the other citizens in the crowd.
Mayor Lenny walked over to the Ghostbusters while police officers held reporters back.
In the Thurgood Marshall U.S. Courthouse, Judge Wexler stood in the wrecked courtroom. Outside in the hall, the Prosecutor was treated for her injuries by a paramedic. Another paramedic checked a man's pulse nearby.
Oscar appeared in side by side views. The left side had him on Peter's bed. The right side had him during his check up by Egon and Ray.
There is a Slimer inside the Firehouse.
The Ghostbusters and Jared jogged through traffic at a stand still with their throwers ready.
Peter, Ray, and Jared danced in Central Park after they trapped the Jogger Ghost.
Ray, Winston, and Jared danced at the Brownstone.
Peter danced in his apartment before his date with Dana.
Egon did a funky dance with his arms on the second floor of the Firehouse.
The Statue of Liberty was back on her pedestal. A ceremony was held on the island in recognition of the Ghostbusters and Jared role in saving the world. Mayor Lenny shook Peter's hand. They accepted a Key to the City from Mayor Lenny. The audience stood, cheered, and applauded. The camera panned back to a view of New York City.
(Jared's POV)
Hub…
New Year's Eve 1999. 10pm. Real life film of the ice rink at Somerset House in London, a flash of Red Square.
"Some parts of the world have already welcomed in the New Year. Our cameras, of course, have been out in force across the UK tonight. Let's take you first to Cardiff." A reporter said, on TV.
"Hey, when you joked about the Millennium Bug, I didn't realise it was gonna have eighteen legs stacked with poison." Jack said, happily.
"Is anyone home? You know it's the new millennium. Everyone is supposed to party like it's…" I said, while Jack and I find two bodies, a man and a woman.
A middle aged man is sitting on a barrel.
"Alex?" Jack and I asked, at the same time.
"Jack. Jared. Just in time." Alex said, looking between Jack and I.
"Alex, what happened? Who did this?" Jack asked.
"Me."
"What? Why would you do this?" I asked, holding my GameBoy Color.
"We got it wrong, Jack, Jared. We thought we could control the stuff we found. And what's it brought us? So much death." Alex said, sadly.
"What happened to them?" Jack asked.
"It's good you two are here. Always did have great timing. This place, its yours. Torchwood Three. My gift to you, Jack and Jared, for a century of service as field operatives. Both of you can give this place a purpose before it's too late. Please." Alex said, looking between Jack and I.
"Alex, listen to me. Everything is going to be okay." I said, squeezing my GameBoy Color.
"No, it's not. It's really not." Alex said, holding a silver fob watch or locket. "I looked inside. It showed me what's coming. They were mercy killings. It was the kindest thing I could do, so none of us see the storm." The countdown to midnight has started. "I'm sorry I can't do the same for you two. Twenty first century, Jack, Jared. Everything's gonna change." The firework show is on the television. "And we're not ready."
"Alex!" Jack said, worried.
"Don't!" I said, when Alex shoots himself in the head.
Jack and I get splattered with blood.