After having a long hot shower and blow drying her hair, Audrey emerged from the bathroom feeling clean and fresh.
Since the Ghostbusters had gone missing, she'd neglected herself, forgetting how to function during her grieving for Egon.
Now, after finding out she was pregnant, she suddenly felt a duty to care for the baby growing inside her.
After all, the baby was Egon's.
It was his final gift to her.
In part too, Audrey was feeling a sense of guilt from the neglect she'd put the baby through since Egon's disappearance, after having barely eaten or slept during that time.
She worried that she may have caused serious harm, but was reassured by her doctor that all was well.
The baby was strong, a fighter it seemed.
The doctor had also confirmed that Audrey had fallen pregnant early in November, meaning the baby was due in July.
Summer.
Her favourite season.
After her appointment, she returned home, placing a bag of groceries away before an idea suddenly popped into her head.
The rod Egon gave me for Christmas, she thought, if Egon is dead, I would be able to use it to talk to him. If he's not dead, then he won't appear at all.
Rushing to the bedroom, Audrey began to pull out drawers and open cupboards, searching for where she had put it.
Finally she found the rod in a shoebox at the bottom of the wardrobe.
Dusting it off and taking it out of its black box, she quickly went back to the lounge room and placed it on the dining table.
She pressed the buttons on the side, bringing the device to life.
A green light beamed out from the device, the same static dancing across it, reminding her of the time she had spoken to her brother.
She waited, simultaneously wanting and not wanting to see Egon appear.
If he were dead, at least she'd finally be able to talk to him and find closure.
If not, then she didn't know what she'd do.
She waited, watching the green static.
Nothing appeared.
The static continued to move silently, but no formations appeared.
It meant only one thing: Egon was still alive, somewhere.
Audrey climbed up to the roof and took a deep breath of crisp January air, a hand pressed to her belly.
For the first time in a long time, she felt a glimmer of hope.