Holtzmann didn't scream as she fell through the air. She didn't even close her eyes. She kept them wide open and stared at the blue sky as it got further and further away.

It felt, to her, that she had been falling for an eternity. Surely she should have hit the ground by now? Maybe time slowed down when you were about to die.

She could sense the ground getting closer. She braced herself for the impact, but it never came.

Something broke her fall. Someone, actually.

"Gahh!" the man yelled as she fell on top of him.

"Oof." She grunted. "Ow."

The man beneath her was sprawled on his back. He looked up, into her eyes, and said "Well this is awkward."

"Ditto." Holtzmann said. She rolled off of him and helped him up. As soon as he was on his feet she said "Thanks for catching me."

"I didn't catch you, you crushed me!" He said indignantly.

Holtzmann shrugged. "Well thanks anyways."

The man grumbled.

Holtzmann took a look around. She was in front of the firehouse! The one she and Abby had drooled over! The one where Erin told the real estate agent to "Burn in hell."!

She looked up at it. Breathtaking, as it had been the first time.

More importantly, though, how on earth had she got there?

She turned to the man. "Jillian Holtzmann." She said, extending a hand.

He looked at her suspiciously. "Ray Stantz." He said, shaking it. "Uh… are you hurt?"

Holtz looked at him and then herself in confusion. "No-I'm not!" She said, unable to keep the shock from her voice. Her hand flew to her head, where a massive lump had been only minutes before.

She took a closer look at her surroundings. "Ray." She said.

"…Yes?" He asked.

"Can you stay here, please? I need to make a call…"

He nodded. "Um, you can use the telephone inside if you want." He pointed to the firehouse.

"No… I have my own phone… Wait. You work there? Are you a firefighter?" She asked.

"No! I'm a Ghostbuster. Wait-did you say you had your OWN phone?"

She didn't reply. She was staring at him in shock. "What?!" She yelled, the sudden loudness of her voice startling him. He jumped.

She whipped out her smartphone. Ray looked at it curiously. "What is that?" He asked.

Holtzmann shushed him. "Hold on." She said.

She turned on the phone, and started dialling Erin. Erin, because Patty was most likely concussed, Abby was possessed and in no fit state to talk and because Kevin was-Kevin.

Her phone beeped. Siri started speaking. "Your iPhone is not connected to the Internet. Please try again."

Holtmann swore and frantically pressed in Erin's number again. Her phone beeped again and Siri spoke a second time.

"No! Nonononono!" She said to herself over and over again.

Ray gently touched her arm. "Look, I think you need to come inside and sit down."

Holtzmann didn't resist. Ray led her inside and took her to a sofa, which she collapsed onto, still pressing at her phone.

Ray watched her for a bit, before speaking up. "Okay. Ms Holtzmann-" he began, before she cut him off.

"Holtzmann." She said, looking up. "I'm Holtzmann."

"Okay… Holtzmann… First things first, what the hell is that?" He asked, pointing to Holtzmann's phone.

"That's an iPhone. Duh." She said. He looked at her oddly.

"Wait. You don't know what an iPhone is?" She asked, just a hint of panic in her voice.

He shook his head.

"What year is it?" She asked, sounding more and more scared.

"It's 1987…" He said slowly.

Holtzmann's eyes widened. "Cool… but what?!" She grinned. "Oh, joke. I appreciate the humour."

"No, really."

Holtzmann looked at him. Either this man was a very good actor or he was telling the truth, that it was 1987.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Holtzmann let out a long breath. "Well. Shit."

"What's wrong?" Ray asked, getting more and more confused as each second passed.

"I'm from 2016."

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