The ghost busting business was still thriving but at the threat of a dry spell ray decided to keep his occult bookshop open. This would ensure some financial safety should something shut them down again. It seemed that the same people came to the shop every week there were no new faces. He spent pretty much every Friday night at the shop all alone. Winston was now engaged to his girlfriend, Peter was of course still with Dana and even Egon had found something to do on Friday nights. They were all on call of course in case anything happened but it never seemed to be that way. "Apparently even ghosts can find something better to do on a Friday night" Peter teased. Ray had wondered why he had always been that way or more importantly why he allowed someone to treat him like that. Of course he knew peter wasn't trying to be mean that's just the way he was. He liked to kid around with people. He had to admit it was pretty pathetic when even Egon had Friday night plans even if it was a class he was teaching at the local college it was still something to do on a Friday night.
This particular Friday night it seemed like even his usual customers had something to do aside from visiting his shop it was empty and there was no use keeping it open. With two hours left to go Ray broke and decided to close. He did run the store so he did control how long it was open. Just as he went to lock the door she came in. He had never seen her before. She hardly looked like the type to be walking into an occult book shop. She was very tall with long hair that was black with some blonde streaks in it. Living in New York Ray had seen some strange hair but he had to admit this one took the cake. He didn't realize he was gawking at her till she walked up to him and spoke "Are you Dr. Ray Stantz? I was wondering if I could speak with you." She looked at him as if he were some kind of exotic animal at the zoo. She seemed almost like she was confused. "Yes Ma'am what can I do for you Miss…" "Scarlett, Scarlett thorn" Then name now explained part of the reason she was here. The patrons of the store never went by normal last names such as Jones or smith; no they chose things like thorn or dark wing. "Well, Miss Thorn how can I help you this evening?" He was expecting her to question if he had a certain book or perhaps she needed the Ghostbusters. "Well I was wondering if you needed some company tonight. I have noticed that you are always here alone and well that's not healthy for anyone. I won't take no for an answer. So what are you waiting for get your coat and lock up." This was just too weird and yet it seemed like it was Ok. Although he was skeptical about it thinking Peter was somehow behind this. He would know soon enough. That night was suddenly a blur.