Well, I guess I had to get back to the ghost busting at some point, didn't I??

'Who're you gonna call??

GHOSTBUSTERS!'

…

Yeah, I heard it.

I'd really been getting ahead in this old lady ghost case. I was doing really well, finding out loads about her, and any motives she might have had to haunt this world continually, rather than move along to her ne-

Actually, that's all a lie. I had gotten precisely nowhere. I'd tried, multiple times, calling her through my newly discovered 'mind powers'. She must be telepathically deaf or something, because she simply would not turn up. I spent a lot of time on it, too, so it's not like anyone could have accused me of slacking off. I'd even started to go into research into her life. I had found out practically nothing, except what Father Dom had told me-died recently, normal family, etc. Seemingly no reason at all to be loitering in this life. Well, if, for her, you could call it a life.

I was going over it for about the millionth time in my mind as I walked along the pavement towards the police station. It seemed like I had a habit of thinking things over like that-a dog with a bone, that was what I was like. And it also seemed like I was spending a lot of time at the police station. I know what you're thinking, ooooh, someone's getting busted. But I wasn't there for me. Oh no, it was Brad who was being dragged downtown. Well, not this time, actually. This time I was here to write off a load of his checks. I found it kind of unfair that I had to be the one to do it, when I hadn't technically done anything wrong-but apparently mum and Andy couldn't let him out of the house because of their lack of trust in him.

I just nodded to the security guard outside the main building-he'd seen me so many times, he recognized me by now. I couldn't help feeling sorry for him-I didn't even see why he had to actually be there. The only remotely harming people that were in the police station were those who were on overnight stay, or perhaps awaiting bail. All the proper prisoners were in the main prison, a fair distance from here.

I could tell before I stepped into the main reception area that something was going on outside of the norm. My eyes darted around as I pushed the double doors wide open, and I was surprised to see a complete mess. There were papers everywhere, ink spilled, pens broken, files ripped, chairs tossed and turned, plants and soil scattered everywhere. I couldn't even see an officer, and that seriously freaked me out. Plus, everything was radiating some sort of…strange vibe.

Strange, like-supernatural.

Looked like I had another ghost on my hands. And although I really wasn't in the mood for another one, it seemed like I didn't have much choice. Plus, it would help my mind with the whole one-track thing (which I was trying to keep going. Due to all the very unhelpful…distractions that were floating around up there).

I stepped into the shadows of the dimly lit room (what is it with police stations and always being dimly lit??) to get a better look around at the devastation. It didn't get any better the further in I got. The place was completely wrecked. And the strangest thing was, there didn't appear to be anyone around. And why hadn't the security guard noticed anything??

And it was then that I saw that all-too-familiar spectral glow.