The invention of magic bullets.

In the magic space, the ghosts were having a mutual moment of realization formed from David's simple words. Lately, they had been pondering on what weapons would suit Phoebe best in her battles against ghosts, demons and other things that went bump in the night.

Guns had been out of the question since they could not kill immortal creatures but now, suddenly it did not seem to be too impossible.

"Magic bullets!" Connie gushed.

The teenager lost interest in David and Phoebe's fight, she had more interesting research of her own to do.

Out in the real world, David and Phoebe were finally calming down. Both could tell where they had gone wrong and see what they had missed. Each had been busy hiding their own pain and trying to keep the lonely distant marriage together while impressing the family and in the end, they lost everything.