"This is the last one, for now." You sigh while sitting at your table covered in envelopes and papers in your New York City apartment. You had graduated 3 years ago from Columbia Secondary School and were now hoping to get into a good college for your future career. Feeling a bit down in the dumps you decided to go out and get a drink at a nearby bar. Getting dressed in (F/C) dress and (F/C) heels, you walked down the stairs of your buliding to catch a taxi. Walking down the street a few steps from your buidling, you pass 4 guys in weird suits with big tech gear on their backs as you wave down a taxi.

[Egon's POV]

The little machine Egon had in his hands had been quiet this whole time, until now.

"Hey, Ray?" He called to the man walking in front of him.

"Hmmm?" He answered back absent mindedly.

"Did we pass anything that seemed a bit off to you?" He questioned.

"Uh, no. Why?" He looked back at Egon.

"The PKE Meter just went off."

"Maybe we passed some form of old residue, or it's broken."

"That could be possible, I'll check it later when we get back to the Fire Dept."

[Reader POV]

After a decent ride in the taxi, now sitting at the bar with a drink resting in your hand, you suddenly hear a squeal of delight come from behind you. It's your friends from school,

"Hey girl, what are you doing here?" (Random Friend 1) asks cheerfully,

"Yeah, shouldn't you be applying for colleges?" (Random Friend 2) questions.

"Yeah, but a lot of the ones I applied to either haven't replied or I wasn't accepted, I still have a few options left blank on a list at home." You admitted in defeat.

"Then why are you here?" (Random Friend 1) wonders.

"I though I'd come get a drink if none of the other colleges don't take me, or a celebratory drink if I do get one." You explained.

"Ok, that makes sense." (Random Friend 2) realizes.

"Yeah, so how are you guys?" You ask the 3 girls standing there.

"Well, we're here cause we got accepted into our colleges." (Random Friend 1) notes.

"Wait, what career are you going for again?" The quiet one speak up.

"A counselor for families who need help." You tell her.

"Oh, that means you need a psychology course. I know a great college that offers one." She chimes.

"Really?" You seem suprised.

"Yeah, it was the same college that the Ghostbusters got kicked out of...Columbia University." She sits down next to you, the other two girls talk amongst themsleves.

"How do you know that?" You question her.

"My neighbor, an old cat lady had about 30-something cat ghosts haunting her apartment and would find ectoplasmic barf, dead mice and birds covered in the stuff, ectoplasmic scratches in her furniture and so forth. She had to call them to take care of it and after they finished, I was walking home from work, I overheard the one with the glasses socializing with her and he mentioned something about it." She explained.

"But how do you know the college has a psychology course?" You asked.

"That's where 3 of the 4 Ghostbusters got their Doctorates and P. in Psychology and Parapsychology." She replied.

"Parapsychology? I only need psychology." You groaned.

"They only offer it as a secondary course in honor of the Ghostbusters graduating and teaching there, before they bcame the Ghostbusters." She chimed.

"Oh, well. I guess it wouldn't hurt that bad. I'll go there tomorrow and get an application I guess." You sighed in defeat.

"Hey, we gotta go. Classes start for us tomorrow, I need beauty sleep." (Random Friend 1) chimes in.

"Yeah, come one (quiet friends name), we gotta go." (Random Friend 2) agrees.

"See ya around, (readers name)." Quiet girl starts walking away with the other two.

"Yeah, see ya. *sigh* I guess Columbia U. is my last chance." You sigh now alone again. "Bartender! Another drink please." You call out.