The void was brighter than she thought it would be. There were stories from people in every culture of being pulled towards the light. She just hadn't expected it to be green and white. It wasn't heavenly. It wasn't even hellish. It just was. Abby had thought that someday she would get to see the other side. But not like this. She hadn't even died. She was slowly falling to her doom in the giant ghost hand of Rowan North.

There had to be irony somewhere that the one thing that had fascinated her all her life was now her end. Hadn't it been Macbeth who had been fascinated by his father's ghost that had finally been his undoing? The void just seemed to suck everything away from her. All she could do was to see where she had been. The portal was closing and she couldn't reach it.

She just wanted to close her eyes and wish it all away.

Instead, she stared. It wasn't like there was anything else she could do. Rowan's grip was unrelenting and slightly painful. He was probably basking in the glory that he had managed to take one of the Ghostbusters down with him.

Abby wasn't sure how much longer her oxygen would last. Surely this plane did not have atmospheric makeup as Earth. Or did it? Who could she even ask? It wasn't like anyone who had ever entered this plane ever came back.

Okay, now she knew she was losing it. That's what ghosts were. Rowan had killed himself and came back to start an apocalypse. Erin's neighbor had come back and haunted her for over a year.

Erin...

She had just gotten her back. Dammit.

If her life was going to end, she wished the universe would go ahead and get it over with. She was tired of falling. She was tired of being held.

It was then she heard it. The sickening splash. She looked down.

White... ectoplasm? Interesting.

It was then she noticed Rowan was dissolving.

Huh.

She had never expected that.

But it hadn't loosened his grip any, and his hand was pulling her under. Guess she was going to know what it was like to be fully submerged in the stuff. She took a deep breath and gripped her shoulders. The Ghostbusters logo patch beneath her fingers made her want to cry. Abby had always been strong, very strong. Emotions never got in her way of what she was supposed to do. She had learned it quite hard from her own mother, who had been a scientist just like her. But it was the love she had felt again from her best friend coming back in her life, the love and bond she had shared with Holtzmann, and the newness of her friendship with Patty made her heart ache. She would never get to see them again. To never get to see Holtz's brilliant mind crank out another amazing thing using spare parts and duct tape like she had at Higgins. To see Erin break free from her acadamia shell. Watching Patty discover new things that fascinated her as she read and learned about the world.

Family. They were a family.

She went under. Ectoplasm in its natural state... was fascinating. It felt like water and jello at the same time. She sort of wondered if this was what it was like to be in amniotic fluid like a growing fetus. The universe had it's own sort of rebirth? Now that would make for an interesting scientific essay spinning on the idea of reincarnation. It didn't take long however till Abby was running out of air, as her lungs were starting to burn from the carbon dioxide. Death by suffocation in ectoplasm. If she EVER got to see Erin again, she was blaming her for her death. This had to be some sort of cosmic joke on her behalf.

Her reflexes made her take a deep breath, which filled her lungs with the substance.

Abby closed her eyes, feeling the world get narrower and narrower. She was dying, and her world felt concentrated and very small, almost coming to a point. The fact that she could still feel the fabric on her fingertips from her jumpsuit was the only peace she felt as she drifted not only physically, but mentally.