"Are you sure you guys know what you're doing?" Winston asked Ray and Egon.
"No," Dr. Spengler answered.
"Just wanted to make sure," Zeddemore replied. He was unfazed by the answer. Winston was used to the scientists taking chances because they were often doing something that had never been done before. Egon always attempted to do some testing, but those often ended in some kind of explosion. The Ghostbusters could no longer count on one hand how many times that had happened.
"Come on, Slimer," Dani urged the green ghost as she led him into the lab. She held the extra pizza box. "We're just going to run a little test." Slimer caught sight of the large orb and dove into her sweatshirt. "Ah! Get out!" She dropped the pizza box onto the floor. "Oh, my God. Get out!"
"Slimer," Ray said. He went over to his girlfriend and she looked at him. "Slimer, get out."
"No," the ghost replied.
"It's gross," Dani whined. "He's getting ectoplasm all over my--" Ray covered her mouth and she mumbled through his hand.
"Take off your shirt," Egon told her. She looked at him with her eyes wide. The Spengler mentally smacked himself when he realized what he just said. And to his own cousin. "Oh, sorry. I wasn't thinking." Winston picked up the pizza box and opened it.
"Hey, Slimer, this pizza smells good," Winston said. "It's a shame I'll have to throw it out." The ghost stuck his head out of the front of Dani's sweatshirt. "Come on, spud. It's your favorite pizza."
"Extra anchovies?" Slimer asked.
"Yup," Winston answered. "Come on out and let Egon run a few tests than you can have it." The green ghost came out of the young woman's sweatshirt. She started wiping some of the ectoplasm on to her boyfriend.
"Go take a shower," Ray told her with a grin. "And maybe next time you should wear your jumpsuit." She stuck out her tongue and walked out of the lab.
"Alright, Slimer, I'm going to place you into the trap than insert you into the orb," Egon explained to the green specter.
"Okay." Dr. Spengler opened the trap lying on the floor and Slimer was quickly sucked in. He than picked up the trap and inserted it into a square slot under the whirring orb. Egon pushed a red button and the trap opened inside the slot. Slimer appeared in the orb and touched the side. He yelped in pain.
"Hmm," Egon murmured. Ray looked at the readouts coming from a printer.
"I think it's working, Egon," Dr. Stantz said. "Slimer is trapped in there just like he would be in a regular trap."
"Let's see if I can take a sample of his ectoplasm without him escaping," Egon replied. He reached for a needle-like piece of equipment and started to insert it in through a small blocked hole.
****
"Now, Peter, you're parents said you've shown some interest trying to solve all of this," Dr. Romano said to the brown-haired man.
"I just want to know what I would have to do," Peter replied.
"Well, we can't exactly give you any medication," Dr. Romano told him. "It requires you to do a lot of the work yourself."
"What do I have to do?"
"Destroy the reality in your head," Dr. Romano answered. "As harsh as that sounds because you've been living there for so long, but in order to live a normal life again you have to destroy it."
"Destroy it?" Peter repeated. "How?"
"However you feel is the right way," Dr. Romano replied.
"It's not real?" Peter said in questioning voice looking at the doctor than at his parents. He felt like he was ten years old again sitting in his bedroom making sure there were no monsters waiting under his bed or in his closet to eat him while he slept.
"No, it isn't," Dr. Romano told him.
"Son, you can do this," Charlie encouraged his son. "We have faith in you."
"No matter what happens we will always be here for you," his mother added. "We love you, Peter."
"I love you too, mom," Dr. Venkman replied. He pulled his legs up to his chest and hugged them. "I'm just scared."
"It's natural to feel that," Dr. Romano informed him. "You're destroying a reality that has been second nature to you for a long time. You have to do it though. It's imperative. Otherwise your health could deteriorate even more."
"Okay," Peter whispered. "I'll do it."
"No," Dr. Spengler answered.
"Just wanted to make sure," Zeddemore replied. He was unfazed by the answer. Winston was used to the scientists taking chances because they were often doing something that had never been done before. Egon always attempted to do some testing, but those often ended in some kind of explosion. The Ghostbusters could no longer count on one hand how many times that had happened.
"Come on, Slimer," Dani urged the green ghost as she led him into the lab. She held the extra pizza box. "We're just going to run a little test." Slimer caught sight of the large orb and dove into her sweatshirt. "Ah! Get out!" She dropped the pizza box onto the floor. "Oh, my God. Get out!"
"Slimer," Ray said. He went over to his girlfriend and she looked at him. "Slimer, get out."
"No," the ghost replied.
"It's gross," Dani whined. "He's getting ectoplasm all over my--" Ray covered her mouth and she mumbled through his hand.
"Take off your shirt," Egon told her. She looked at him with her eyes wide. The Spengler mentally smacked himself when he realized what he just said. And to his own cousin. "Oh, sorry. I wasn't thinking." Winston picked up the pizza box and opened it.
"Hey, Slimer, this pizza smells good," Winston said. "It's a shame I'll have to throw it out." The ghost stuck his head out of the front of Dani's sweatshirt. "Come on, spud. It's your favorite pizza."
"Extra anchovies?" Slimer asked.
"Yup," Winston answered. "Come on out and let Egon run a few tests than you can have it." The green ghost came out of the young woman's sweatshirt. She started wiping some of the ectoplasm on to her boyfriend.
"Go take a shower," Ray told her with a grin. "And maybe next time you should wear your jumpsuit." She stuck out her tongue and walked out of the lab.
"Alright, Slimer, I'm going to place you into the trap than insert you into the orb," Egon explained to the green specter.
"Okay." Dr. Spengler opened the trap lying on the floor and Slimer was quickly sucked in. He than picked up the trap and inserted it into a square slot under the whirring orb. Egon pushed a red button and the trap opened inside the slot. Slimer appeared in the orb and touched the side. He yelped in pain.
"Hmm," Egon murmured. Ray looked at the readouts coming from a printer.
"I think it's working, Egon," Dr. Stantz said. "Slimer is trapped in there just like he would be in a regular trap."
"Let's see if I can take a sample of his ectoplasm without him escaping," Egon replied. He reached for a needle-like piece of equipment and started to insert it in through a small blocked hole.
****
"Now, Peter, you're parents said you've shown some interest trying to solve all of this," Dr. Romano said to the brown-haired man.
"I just want to know what I would have to do," Peter replied.
"Well, we can't exactly give you any medication," Dr. Romano told him. "It requires you to do a lot of the work yourself."
"What do I have to do?"
"Destroy the reality in your head," Dr. Romano answered. "As harsh as that sounds because you've been living there for so long, but in order to live a normal life again you have to destroy it."
"Destroy it?" Peter repeated. "How?"
"However you feel is the right way," Dr. Romano replied.
"It's not real?" Peter said in questioning voice looking at the doctor than at his parents. He felt like he was ten years old again sitting in his bedroom making sure there were no monsters waiting under his bed or in his closet to eat him while he slept.
"No, it isn't," Dr. Romano told him.
"Son, you can do this," Charlie encouraged his son. "We have faith in you."
"No matter what happens we will always be here for you," his mother added. "We love you, Peter."
"I love you too, mom," Dr. Venkman replied. He pulled his legs up to his chest and hugged them. "I'm just scared."
"It's natural to feel that," Dr. Romano informed him. "You're destroying a reality that has been second nature to you for a long time. You have to do it though. It's imperative. Otherwise your health could deteriorate even more."
"Okay," Peter whispered. "I'll do it."