Erin sat on the edge of the bed in Jillian Holtzman's old room. She had come up to strip the sheets and make sure no food had been left.
They had all began cleaning up the firehouse. Abby had dismantled the proton packs after one of them had began sparking.
Patty had been organising the books and papers they had gathered over the years into boxes and folders.
Erin had been giving the building a general spruce up, she had not been in the mood to start cleaning up all her books and research.
She had snuck up here, making sure Abby and Patty were both distracted.
She had checked through the room, shoved in the back of a drawer she had found a collection of photos of all the ghostbusters together. She remembered throwing them in the bin when Jillian had been cleaning up.
She stared at the photos, she wondered why Jillian had saved them from the bin.
There was very little personal in the room, there was an old year book and the photos both hidden away but that was it.
Erin grabbed the suitcase under the bed, and filled it with the rest of the clothes in the wardrobe, and the makeup left on the side table.
Erin was about to throw in the year book but paused, and threw it onto the bed instead.
Her heart was pounding as zipped up the suitcase, and marched downstairs. She dropped the suitcase by the front door, before quickly nipping back upstairs.
"I'm just going for a walk to get a coffee." She called onto the floor Patty and Abby were on.
"You want company?" Abby called from the lab.
"No." Erin shouted back quickly.
Erin rushed off before either Patty or Abby could decide they wanted to come with her. Before she could change her mind.
All she wanted right now was to get rid of all of Jillian Holtzmann from their firehouse. This desire was clouding over all her better judgement.
She knew Abby would just tell her to get one of the mayors goons to pick it up, but this felt like something she had to do herself.
The strange relationship that had existed between the two of them still bothered Erin. Jillian had made her feel crazy, and Erin now felt the white hot rage of it.
All of this was playing over in Erin's head as she walked to the Mercado. She kept playing over in her head all the moments she had shared with Jillian, trying to work out why Jillian would hurt her, hurt them all.
Everything was so different now, and it seemed things were only going to change further. Erin had always hated change, but right now she was feeling positive. She was ready to begin again, before when things had changed and been hard she had been alone. Now she had Patty and Abby, together she believed they could get through anything, they had already been through so much.
Erin entered the Mercado Hotel with out hesitation. She hated this building. She paused for a moment in the foyer, there was a strange hum, it felt like it was coming from below.
"Can I help you?" A gruff voice interrupted her thoughts.
A security guard stood towering over her. She could tell immediately that he knew exactly who she was, and was not a fan.
"I'm here to see Jillian Holtzmann." Erin replied, lifting the suitcase slightly, "I have some of her stuff."
"Miss Holtzmann has been told to vacate the premises." The guard said with a cocky smile.
"Oh, sorry I didn't know." Erin mumbled.
"After the mess she left, she's lucky we don't charge her." He said, stepping closer to Erin.
"I'm sorry, I don't know anything about that."
"We'll you're her friend aren't you ghostbuster?"
"It's complicated."
"I think you should answer for the mess your friend made." He smiled full of venom.
Erin took a step back.
"Mac." A voice called, the security guard turned.
Erin quickly moved away from him towards the door. She stopped again, she could still feel vibrations through the floor. They were so faint, but it reminded her of the first time she had stepped through those doors.
All she could think about was that device Rowan had made. All the destruction it had caused. She couldn't not check to make sure that no one was trying to follow in Rowan's footsteps. She knew that it was probably the hum of a generator, but her time as a ghostbuster had taught her to be a little paranoid.
Erin quickly rushed to the door that lead to the basement. Moving through that door gave her the biggest sense of Deja Vu.
Erin moved slowly down the stairs, she could feel a panic rising in her chest. She moved even more slowly down the corridor.
Erin hated these situations, the dread, the anticipation. She especially hated these situations alone.
She couldn't help but feel like she was being insanely stupid being here alone, but also that she was here at all.
No one even knew about Rowan it hadn't been made public. Some ghosts might know but very few would have the power, yet alone the knowledge to do his work.
Hunter would, a small voice in her head said.
Erin didn't want to be alone down here anymore, she needed to check the basement properly but she needed the others. If there was nothing they could laugh at how silly she was.
At least she wouldn't be alone.
Erin pulled out her phone, and began to head back along the corridor to get signal. She would go outside and wait for them anything to avoid that security guard.
As Erin got to the bottom of the staircase the door flew open, Erin quickly backed away. She listened intently to see if however it was would come down the stairs. She checked her phone, still no signal and the wifi did not extend down here.
Erin heard the door close, and who ever was up there, moving about on the landing. She began to back away.
Erin was concentrating so hard on the footsteps above her, that she didn't hear the footsteps behind her until it was too late.
Before she had a chance to turn something hard swung out striking her on the head. Erin collapsed to the ground, all she saw before she passed out was a pair of high heels walking towards her.