"…and then I came here, hoping you guys could help me."

Egon stared in wonder at this girl. She was fairly young, maybe in her mid thirties, with beautiful blonde hair and bright blue eyes; her skin was pale, but her cheeks were as red as roses. She was wearing a women's suit and hoop earrings that made her look very sophisticated.

Before Peter or Ray could object, Egon said, "Miss Fantôme, you can count on us to get rid of this ghost for you." Peter immediately shot Egon a dirty look.

Faye smiled, taking out her check book. "Thank you. Do you know how much it will cost, or will that come after the service?"

"It will come after the service," Peter said coldly.

Faye nodded her understanding as she slipped her check book back into her purse. "Oh, I understand. Completely. Well, thank you for your time. And when shall I be expecting you?"

"Within the next couple of days," Ray answered.

Faye stood up. "I should get going," she said. "I have to get a cab to Soho area of Manhattan."

"Soho?" Egon asked, standing. "I have to go there too. I have a…uh, a…doctor! I have a doctor's appointment. I would be more than happy to drive you there. Well, I mean drive you to the ferry."

Faye smiled at him. "Oh, no, I really couldn't impose like that…"

Egon stepped around the desk. "I insist."

Faye let her eyes meet his. He had big brown eyes and his dark brown hair was in an unusual style; he was much taller than she was, since he was around 6'2" and she was about 5'5", give or take a couple of centimeters.

"If it isn't any trouble, Dr. Spengler," she started.

"Call me Egon."

Faye stared out the window and Egon glanced over at her. He had never seen a woman as beautiful as this one. He cleared his throat.

"So, um, Faye," he said, "where do you work?"

She turned and looked at him. "I'm a film professor at the Art Institute of New York City." She smiled. "Do you work anywhere else, or are you a full-time Ghostbuster?"

He glanced at her again. "I'm a full-time Ghostbuster," he sighed.

"Oh? You don't seem too happy about it," she observed. "You're a celebrity around here."

He shrugged. "Honestly, I could care less about the fame. I'm a scientist; what money I earn from busting ghosts I put towards my science experiments and my studies."

She nodded. "Science is fun. My mother was a scientist…" Her voice trailed off and she stared out the car window blankly.

He parked the car. "Is something wrong?"

She shook her head quickly. "No, no, it's…it's nothing. Thanks for the ride." She unclipped her seatbelt, opening the door as she did so. She looked up at her apartment building, then turned to face Egon.

"Would you like to join me for dinner?" she asked.

He let his brown eyes meet hers. "I really couldn't—"

She touched his hand. "I insist."