"How are we looking?" Emma asked her colleague.
"Oh, about ready I think," Alec replied, lifting up some wiring to inspect.
"Any stray thoughts on the interference?"
"Er, a stray FM broadcast, possibly. I've fitted some ferrite suppressors and some RF chokes, just in case. Are you sure you want to go through with this? I mean, last time, it was very - "
"But she's lonely," Emma butted in.
"Excellent, then, excellent," Palmer said. He lifted a microphone to her lips and, in a monotone voice, said, "Caliburn House, night four, November 25th, 1974. 11.04 pm." Emma took a step forward.
"I'm talking to the spirit that inhabits this house. Are you there? Can you hear me? I'm speaking to the lost soul that abides in this place." The paper graph began to move, lines began to trace across paper. "Come to me. Speak to me. Let me show you the way." A loud sound erupted in Alec's headphones and he threw them off his ears, grimacing. "Let me show you the way home!" A white figure in the distance began to make it's way towards them. Palmer grabbed his camera and took shot after shot. Emma gasped as the figure drew nearer and staggered for a chair. Then the ghost disappeared.
"Emma? Emma!"
"She's so.."
"What? She's so what?" Emma gulped.
"Dead." There was a nock on the door as Palmer stood. He positioned Emma behind him protectively and made his way over to the door. He opened it cautiously, but there was nobody there. Then - suddenly -
"Boo!" Alec Palmer jumped away from the door. After taking a deep breath he noticed three people standing in the doorway. A man, a short brunette woman, and a tall blonde woman. Each had excited looks on their faces. "Hello, we're looking for a ghost!" The man shouted. He was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.
"And you are?" Palmer asked, looking at the trio skeptically. The blonde and brunette shared a look. The brunette shifted something heavy out in front of her.
"Ghostbusters!"