Sorry if this one is kinda bad...this is about where I had some writer's block. But it gets better after this. I think I'll put the next chapter up this afternoon just to compensate for this one. I'm going in to work this morning to embroider some more shirts! We got a huge shipment on Friday and I'm a little overwhelmed to be honest. But that just gives me more ideas for this story, so I'm up for it. I'll see you guys this afternoon. :)

There was the brightest flash of light that I had ever seen as the bonds that were holding me suddenly burst free. I was surrounded by darkness. Nothing felt real around me as I lay there, afraid to move. I couldn't get Egon's expression out of my mind as he had fired the weapon on his back. My mind had been a rush of mixed emotions but the most overwhelming one was fear.

I had always been able to tell when I was in control of the things happening in the warehouse. But tonight's disaster had been totally unlike anything I'd ever been capable of conjuring up. I had no idea what had happened. Ray had almost gotten killed because of it!

I felt tears well up in my eyes and I closed them. I hated the illusion my mind created to make me feel like I was crying. Ghosts can't cry…they're not physical beings. But sometimes…I missed being able to feel the tears running down my cheeks.

"There ya go, Spengler! I knew you'd come through!"

I glanced up to where I could hear the voice. One of the other Ghostbusters, Peter sounded from somewhere above me. Though I couldn't see anything, I felt like I was still in the room with them, but my senses were dulled. My head was full of confusion and I squinted through the darkness trying to see anything.

"I'm sorry, Egon. You know there was no other way around it." I heard Ray say in a low voice. I waited expectantly for a hint of Egon's voice but it never came.

"Whatever weird stuff was going on seems to have stopped now. I think it really was connected to her." Winston's voice carried down to me.

It was true. When the bright flash of light had consumed me, the machines and flying objects had stopped instantly. Maybe I really was somehow at fault for the dangers that had happened in the Ghostbusters' presence. I just couldn't accept the fact that I was able to concoct that much energy at once. I had never before been able to do anything that powerful.

But then again…I'd never tried.

I attempted to think back to what the last two weeks had been like. I had been moping around for the most part and I hadn't been back to the front of the building where the other women had worked before this morning. I had just felt like I needed a change from the cardboard boxes stacked up in the back of the warehouse. I had been running a machine by myself for most of the early hours of the morning and then I had slipped into what Egon had called the ghost dimension. My mind was totally blank as I had worked through box after box of shirts to be embroidered. Everything had been fine and then a shirt had slid off the table and to the floor. Then suddenly Egon had broken me out of my endless daze.

I slumped back into the nothingness around me, feeling a cloud of grief surround whatever cramped area I was in.

"Is everything clear in here now, Egon?" Ray's voice broke the silence. I could faintly hear Egon's little meter measuring device twittering wildly.

"That's just because he's holding the trap in his other hand. The warehouse is all clean. Let's head out." Peter's voice sounded far away like he was leaving the room.

"I'll call Margaret when we get back to headquarters and tell her Melanie's gone. She might need to think about closing down for a while though…"

I cringed at Ray's words. How much damage had I unintentionally caused? I sank down further into my guilt, feeling shaky with the overwhelming weight of it all.

Suddenly I heard a car engine start up. I froze in disbelief. I was outside of the embroidery warehouse for the first time in over two years. Then I looked around and reminded myself that I was still trapped. Darkness seemed to suffocate me. I began to grow fearful as the Ghostbusters left the building.

What would they do with me? What did they do with the other ghosts they captured? My mind came up with hundreds of terrifying scenarios as I sat curled in a tight ball, unable to do anything but wait for whatever was to come.