Abby knew it'd be over 10 hours to get between New York and Rochester. At least being in Manhattan meant that she had plenty of means to travel. There was a bus stop right across the street from the firehouse, but she needed to walk this off and she also knew they'd follow her if she just went across the street. She had stupidly grabbed Ray's jacket and her bag. She hadn't meant to grab anything from the team. And she was pretty sure she had jammed her wrist somehow as she had slammed her arm through both her jumpsuit and the jacket because she was upset. But she made it to Franklin Street and started over to the subway. All she had to do was find a Greyhound station and buy a ticket. That shouldn't be too hard. She vaguely remembered there was one near Times Square. So roughly 12 hours on a bus if there wasn't too many stops. She could be there by lunch. Abby started to head down and instantly regretted it. Her stomach was already lurching as she made it to the bottom. She should be resting, not making a fairly lengthy journey to another state. Every part of her abdomen ached because of her ribs. She sat down on a wooden bench, clutching at one of the padded straps of the proton pack. One of the things about being a New Yorker is that most of the time, no one ever gave a second thought as to what was going on around them. The three people already waiting on the train didn't even bother noticing her.

Now she was really, really wishing she hadn't jumped down out of the Guardians' grip. She was also still shaking from the things she had done in the firehouse. She had scared Egon into backing away from her. She didn't know how, but she knew she had. She knew ghosts had the ability to instill fear, but she didn't realize it was an actual skill she could have.

It was a little disconcerting to be able to do that sort of thing.

And she had WALKED right though Ray.

They were right. She was transforming right before their eyes. She took out her newly fixed PKE meter and turned it on. It started spinning rapidly. While it made her feelings worse, the noise was comforting. It reminded her so much of the others. She wearily thought of home. Abby hoped the others were still continuing to hunt for ghosts. Maybe by now they had gotten closure and had moved on.

Fuck closure. That reminded her too much of Sam, one of her exes. She sighed.

Was it so wrong that she hoped her friends thought of her once in awhile? She missed them. The only thing she had of them were the pictures on her phone and the texts they had made back and forth. Which was mostly Holtz being punny and her normally ridiculous self, but the others had been slowly coming around to doing the fun ones. Although she had been avoiding looking at the irritated ones that she had sent Erin when they were looking for her to come help deal with Rowan after she had left them.

She really, really missed Erin. It had been a brief amount of time that they had gotten to spend together, but now it was going to have to last her forever. She'd never get to grow old with her best friend.

She didn't even have to look up to know the others were there. Two of them at least.

"I'm going to Michigan," she said firmly, glancing up.

"We're aware," said Ray, crossing his arms.

"I'll take care of this," she said tiredly. "You've done enough for me."

"Mmhmm," said Egon. "Go on and tell us your master plan of how you're going to stop the Guardians from doing anything to your younger self."

Abby stopped short of telling Egon to go to hell, because really, she had no master plan. She was just going to charge head on with her proton glove and her lone idea.

"Doesn't matter," she said. "I'm going and you guys are staying here to protect the city."

"Uh, no," said Ray. "And let me tell you why." He sat down beside Abby.

"You don't have to give me the scientific spiel," said Abby. "I get it. The Guardians being present in this universe and on top of that, well, me being me..."

Ray shook his head. "No, you don't." Egon agreed.

"We're not going to let a friend walk into a line of fire without backup," said Egon.

"Besides, Rochester isn't that far of a drive," said Ray. "We can go and be back in a day."

"A day, right," said Abby. "It's a ten hour drive."

"We'd better get started," said Egon. "The Ecto-1 is waiting outside." He offered a hand to Abby. She sighed and took it. Ray offered to take her proton pack off her shoulders. She looked warily at him for that.

"It's going to be a long ride with that thing," he said. She sighed and helped him shrug it off her arms. She followed Egon and Ray up the stairs, where Peter was waiting.

"I think it's about time m'lady, that you actually got to ride in her instead of crashing on top," he said, opening the door to the back. Egon headed to the back hatch to put Abby's proton pack up after taking it from Ray. Abby got into the back with a thank you to Peter. Ray started to head to the front, but Peter stopped him.

"We're going to take turns. Winston's taking the first shift." Peter started walking to the front of the vehicle with a whistle and Ray climbed in the back beside Abby.

"Egon, grab the snacks, would you?" said Peter. "I could go for a Cheeto."

"I need a Twinkie," said Winston.

Egon started passing around the junk food they had brought as Winston pulled out into the city streets. It was getting dark since the sun had already went down. The snow and slush had already turned to water, making the drive a little slick. Abby had to again hold her side while riding on the bumpy city streets. She shook her head when Egon offered her something to eat, her stomach still in knots at the idea that her younger self could be in danger. Instead, she fell asleep with her forehead against the window about fifteen minutes into the drive. When Winston made a turn onto a street so he could get to the freeway, she too turned and fell against Ray's shoulder. Apparently this was not a bad position as she scooted closer. Egon laughed from the seat across the way at Ray freezing up at the action.

"You must be comfortable."

"Who wouldn't want to take a nap on Ray?" said Peter, looking in the rear view mirror. "He's a big cuddly teddy bear."

"Shut up Pete." Ray tried to force away the small blush on his cheeks, which he hoped no one could see in the dark.