Alice

Jeremy and just stood (Well, floated. You know what I mean!) there, dumbstruck. Armageddon was here. And worse, he had our friends!

"Alice," hissed Jeremy. "You told me we vanquished that guy!"

"Well, not exactly vanquished," I whispered back. "We transported him back to his home dimension. That's this dimension."

"Now she tells me," groaned Jeremy, smacking his palm against his forehead.

"Well you're the one who insisted on coming!" I retorted.

"Yeah and I'm glad I did. That thing might've gotten you if I hadn't," Jeremy whispered fiercely.

Even though we were less than fifty feet from the worst imaginable demon alive, I smiled inwardly at Jeremy's defensiveness over me. He cared about me. He really cared about me!

"So what do we do?" Jeremy muttered, his wary gaze never leaving Armageddon.

I felt like smacking myself in the face. "I'm such an idiot. I should've thought to bring my Ecto-Porter. I can't believe I didn't think to bring a means of defense!"

"What good would that have done?" Jeremy asked confusedly. "If this is his home dimension, wouldn't he have just come right back here?"

"Well, yes, it's true that the teleportation feature in our guns would have been void in a place like this. But the guns also put ghosts into a dormant state. That would've been very helpful in this situation."

"Okay...so our plan is?" Jeremy asked again.

I tapped my chin, deep in thought. "Well, if you could cause a diversion and distract the entity, I could grab Graham and Dexter and fly with them back to the portal."

Jeremy stared at me as if I was nuts or something. "Yeah, okay, that's sounds like a good plan. Just one problem...how, exactly, did you plan on me getting away from Gedd?"

"Oh." I blinked, realizing the flaw in my plan. "Good point."

"Look, I've got a better idea," said Jeremy, speaking slowly, as if I was physically unable to understand normal English. "Why don't we just go back to the firehouse, grab our guns, and come back to save the guys?"

"Uh...yeah. You're right." I nodded, then the two of us turned around, ready to return to the firehouse. But there was a slight problem.

The whole time we'd been talking, apparently, a giant terror dog had been standing behind us, with glowing blood red eyes and sharp fangs. It stared at the two of us, daring us to make a move.

"We're dead," squeaked Jeremy.

Eddie
As I raced down the stairs, huffing and puffing, only one thought was going through my oxygen-deprived mind: Gotta get the pack!

As I rushed into the front hall, I heard a squeaky little voice say: "Eddie? What is this thing?"

I looked around wildly to see little Kendra Zeddemore standing by the Ectomobile, with a proton pack set on the ground next to her. She was holding the neutrona wand and looking at me questioningly.

"Kendra!" I shouted. "You gotta get out of here! There's a-"

"Edwiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin!" I whirled around to face the hideous wail. The blue spirit that had been possessing Sally had caught up to me.

Kendra shrieked, staring wide eyed at the demon. "Ghost!" she yelped. She raised the wand and aimed it at Sally's wraith. "How do you work this thi-" Her tiny little hand reached the ignition switch on the apparatus and the wand blasted with energy. "Oh," Kendra said, gazing at the orange and blue beam. "That's how you do it."

"Keep firing at it, Kendra!" I cried. Was I crazy or something, letting a twelve year old, hardly any bigger than the pack herself (okay, not really, but she was a really small girl), attempt to operate an unlicensed nuclear accelerator?

I guess I was.

Kendra's stream lassoed the demon in midair. "You got her! You got her!" I shouted excitedly. I whipped my head around and spotted a trap lying on a table. I dashed over and grabbed the thing.

"ED-DEE!" cried Kendra desperately, struggling to keep her hold on the ghost. I had to admit, she was doing very well, considering she had never been shown how to use the pack. "What do I do now?"

"Keep holding it, Ken!" I ran back over and pushed the trap under the ghost. "Okay, are you ready! Don't look into the trap!" I yelled as I stamped on the pedal.

The trap creaked open, emitting a bright ray of light. The ghost was sucked in. "Eddie..." I heard it cry pitifully as just the doors of the trap shut.

Kendra let out a breath of relief as she lowered her wand. "Did I just...did we...is it gone?" she asked in wonder.

I stared somberly at the trap. For a second, that moan had sounded almost human...almost like Sally. "Yeah," I finally said. "It's gone."

"Wow..." said Kendra in amazement. "I just caught a ghost!"

I tore my eyes away from the trap. God, it was...it was too painful to think about.

"Eddie?" said Kendra. "Where's my brother?"

I blinked, suddenly remembering that Graham, Alice, Jeremy, and Dexter were still in the splitter! "Oh crap!" I spat, taking off for the stairs. "I gotta go save them!"

"Wait!" yelped Kendra, following after me. "Let me help!"

"No, Ken, you have to stay here. It's too dangerous!"

Kendra gave me an icy stare. "If my dopey big brother's in trouble, then I'm gonna save him. No ifs, ands, or buts!"

I stared at her for a second. For one thing, the kid was way too young to be gallivanting off into the sixth dimension. Second, Graham would kill me! Then again, she had caught that Class Six with little assistance or guidance from me...

I sighed. "Alright. You can come along."

This chapter was a little shorter than usual...sorry.