Dr. Venkman woke the following morning to the sound of ear piercing scream.
He shot out of bed and realized he wasn't in the hospital room anymore, but
back at the firehouse.
"I have to do it," Peter whispered. "Somehow." He walked out of the room and was greeted by a flying blob of ectoplasm known as Slimer.
"Peter help me," the green ghost cried.
"Not now." He pulled the green ghost off and tossed him aside like a piece of trash. "Not ever again."
"Peter mad?" Slimer asked.
"Something like that," Peter replied. Of course that thing wasn't real. Why in the world would there be something like that? He had always despised the small ghost and now he could destroy the thing. He continued toward the kitchen and found a very mad Dani cleaning it up. There was ectoplasm everywhere. "What happened?"
"Slimer," she answered. "Egon let him out of the orb thing and he decided to help himself to the breakfast I was making." Peter watched the young woman carefully. She couldn't be real. Egon had never said anything about any part of the family from Texas. The fact she had visions was another point in that favor. Psychics weren't real. Even ones touched by ghosts. And the occult was just something people thought was cool to mess with. "Peter, I want you to be careful today."
"What do you mean?" Peter asked. The girl had always seemed to know more than she let on, but she didn't always say anything.
"I just have this feeling that something bad will happen," Dani answered. "Ray's almost got me convinced my nightmare or vision or whatever isn't real anymore. It's just my subconscious reacting to what I've been through and what I've heard. Kind of like an overactive imagination. Of course, we both know who the overactive one is."
"Yeah," Dr. Venkman said with a forced smile. "Ray." Peter remembered the first time he had met the young man. Dean Yeager had brought Ray into the lab office that Egon and Peter were already sharing. He was shy being only seventeen and suddenly thrust into the lives of two older guys, but he got over that and three might a tight bond of friendship despite all their differences. But if everything was true their friendship had lasted until that one fateful night.
"Hey, Peter," Dani said waving a hand in front of the man's face. He looked at her. "Where'd you go?"
"Go?" Peter replied. "I'm still here." She gave him a look.
"That's good. What do you want for breakfast? I'm working on a smorgasbord of waffles, pancakes, eggs, bacon and anything else you might want."
"I'm not hungry."
"You sure? The guys are going to eat everything. They were working all night on the orb thing with Slimer and they started on the other ghost."
"I'm sure. I have some stuff I need to do."
"Alright, but don't bother Janine. She came in this morning really mad about something. I bet it's about Egon. I swear those two are going to get married even if I have to hogtie my cousin and drag him down the aisle."
"Yeah," Dr. Venkman mumbled. "Get married." Peter used to have those same thoughts. The secretary and lanky scientist were made for each other, but she wasn't real and Egon was dead. It was all in his head. Just a made up world he needed to get rid so he could get better. He had to. Peter saw the look on his mother's face. It pained his heart to see his parents so helpless because their only son was crazy. He didn't want to be crazy. He wanted his parents to be happy.
"Peter, you're acting really weird this morning," Dani commented. "Maybe you should go back to bed. I'll cover for you today."
"No," Peter said. "I'm fine." She eyed him carefully and he avoided her gaze. "I'm going downstairs." He went to the stairs and started down them.
"Peter strange," Slimer said as he came back into the kitchen. Dani looked at the ghost.
"You said it," the young woman agreed. "Maybe you should keep an eye on him."
"No way."
"If you do this I promise I'll make you your own personal stack of pancakes. And I mean a big stack with chocolate chips."
"Oh, boy," Slimer chirped. He saluted Dani. "I'll watch Peter."
"Good, boy." The green ghost floated down the stairs and Dani returned to fixing the breakfast.
****
"Fascinating," Egon muttered. "This ghost is actually quite powerful, but all of its power lies in its tail."
"You mean the spikes administer some kind of poison or something?" Ray replied. He yawned. The young man had been up all night with Egon and Winston first making sure the orb was inescapable with Slimer as the experiment. Than at about seven in the morning they had let their little mascot go and retrieved the other ghost from the containment unit using the spud. He hadn't been happy than to make matters worse he'd messed up the kitchen. At least that's what Dani had said.
"It's not a poison per say," Dr. Spengler responded. He ran a hand through his messy hair than adjusted his glasses. "The spikes tips contain an ectoplasm that travels straight to the brain creating a disturbance in the neurotransmitters within the victim's mind."
"Does someone want to explain?" Winston inquired.
"Different messages are being sent in the mind," Dr. Stantz explained. "Instead of the proper amino acids or peptides its ectoplasm. Thus creating alternate responses in the mind."
"So, these alternate responses made Mr. Hartman crazy instantly?" Zeddemore asked.
"He was injured far worse than Peter," Egon said. "However, I believe Peter will soon begin to feel the same side effects."
"We have to stop it," Ray said. "There has to be some kind of antidote. We can save Peter than gave it to Mr. Hartman." He looked at the angry ghost in the orb. "Than put him back in the containment unit so he won't be able to harm anyone else."
"Let's find the antidote," Winston replied.
"It'll take time," Egon stated. "Time we may not have."
"We have to try," Dr. Stantz responded.
"Breakfast is ready," Dani told the guys as she walked into the lab carrying a tray filled with food.
"No time, Dani," Ray told her. "We have to find an antidote."
"An antidote?" Dani repeated. "You mean something's wrong with Peter?"
"Yeah," Ray answered.
"I knew. It was acting really weird this morning. Like he couldn't understand what was going on or something." She set the tray down. "What can I do?"
"Raymond, you and Winston take Dani to Forbidden Planet and ask Mr. Morris for any books on ectoplasmic antidotes. Or anything of that nature," Dr. Spengler started. "I will stay and attempt to find something here."
"What about Pete?" Winston asked. "We can't exactly leave you and Janine here if he isn't all there."
"I'm sure we'll find the cure before anything happens." Dani opened her mouth to say something when her earlier nightmare played in her head once more. "Dani?"
"We'll have to hurry," Dani said. "I'm seeing it again. I can almost feel all the pain." Ray went over to young woman and hugged her.
"I'm sorry," he apologized.
"For what?"
"Not listening." She looked at him. She was practically eye level with the Ghostbuster. Her light blue eyes locked gaze with Dr. Stantz's own brown ones speaking volumes on they're own, but nobody would have ever known except for them.
"You listen," Dani replied softly. "I love you because you listen." She backed away from him. "Right now though we have to save Peter. Let's get going."
"Ladies first," Winston said. She gave him a small grin and led the way out of the lab.
"I have to do it," Peter whispered. "Somehow." He walked out of the room and was greeted by a flying blob of ectoplasm known as Slimer.
"Peter help me," the green ghost cried.
"Not now." He pulled the green ghost off and tossed him aside like a piece of trash. "Not ever again."
"Peter mad?" Slimer asked.
"Something like that," Peter replied. Of course that thing wasn't real. Why in the world would there be something like that? He had always despised the small ghost and now he could destroy the thing. He continued toward the kitchen and found a very mad Dani cleaning it up. There was ectoplasm everywhere. "What happened?"
"Slimer," she answered. "Egon let him out of the orb thing and he decided to help himself to the breakfast I was making." Peter watched the young woman carefully. She couldn't be real. Egon had never said anything about any part of the family from Texas. The fact she had visions was another point in that favor. Psychics weren't real. Even ones touched by ghosts. And the occult was just something people thought was cool to mess with. "Peter, I want you to be careful today."
"What do you mean?" Peter asked. The girl had always seemed to know more than she let on, but she didn't always say anything.
"I just have this feeling that something bad will happen," Dani answered. "Ray's almost got me convinced my nightmare or vision or whatever isn't real anymore. It's just my subconscious reacting to what I've been through and what I've heard. Kind of like an overactive imagination. Of course, we both know who the overactive one is."
"Yeah," Dr. Venkman said with a forced smile. "Ray." Peter remembered the first time he had met the young man. Dean Yeager had brought Ray into the lab office that Egon and Peter were already sharing. He was shy being only seventeen and suddenly thrust into the lives of two older guys, but he got over that and three might a tight bond of friendship despite all their differences. But if everything was true their friendship had lasted until that one fateful night.
"Hey, Peter," Dani said waving a hand in front of the man's face. He looked at her. "Where'd you go?"
"Go?" Peter replied. "I'm still here." She gave him a look.
"That's good. What do you want for breakfast? I'm working on a smorgasbord of waffles, pancakes, eggs, bacon and anything else you might want."
"I'm not hungry."
"You sure? The guys are going to eat everything. They were working all night on the orb thing with Slimer and they started on the other ghost."
"I'm sure. I have some stuff I need to do."
"Alright, but don't bother Janine. She came in this morning really mad about something. I bet it's about Egon. I swear those two are going to get married even if I have to hogtie my cousin and drag him down the aisle."
"Yeah," Dr. Venkman mumbled. "Get married." Peter used to have those same thoughts. The secretary and lanky scientist were made for each other, but she wasn't real and Egon was dead. It was all in his head. Just a made up world he needed to get rid so he could get better. He had to. Peter saw the look on his mother's face. It pained his heart to see his parents so helpless because their only son was crazy. He didn't want to be crazy. He wanted his parents to be happy.
"Peter, you're acting really weird this morning," Dani commented. "Maybe you should go back to bed. I'll cover for you today."
"No," Peter said. "I'm fine." She eyed him carefully and he avoided her gaze. "I'm going downstairs." He went to the stairs and started down them.
"Peter strange," Slimer said as he came back into the kitchen. Dani looked at the ghost.
"You said it," the young woman agreed. "Maybe you should keep an eye on him."
"No way."
"If you do this I promise I'll make you your own personal stack of pancakes. And I mean a big stack with chocolate chips."
"Oh, boy," Slimer chirped. He saluted Dani. "I'll watch Peter."
"Good, boy." The green ghost floated down the stairs and Dani returned to fixing the breakfast.
****
"Fascinating," Egon muttered. "This ghost is actually quite powerful, but all of its power lies in its tail."
"You mean the spikes administer some kind of poison or something?" Ray replied. He yawned. The young man had been up all night with Egon and Winston first making sure the orb was inescapable with Slimer as the experiment. Than at about seven in the morning they had let their little mascot go and retrieved the other ghost from the containment unit using the spud. He hadn't been happy than to make matters worse he'd messed up the kitchen. At least that's what Dani had said.
"It's not a poison per say," Dr. Spengler responded. He ran a hand through his messy hair than adjusted his glasses. "The spikes tips contain an ectoplasm that travels straight to the brain creating a disturbance in the neurotransmitters within the victim's mind."
"Does someone want to explain?" Winston inquired.
"Different messages are being sent in the mind," Dr. Stantz explained. "Instead of the proper amino acids or peptides its ectoplasm. Thus creating alternate responses in the mind."
"So, these alternate responses made Mr. Hartman crazy instantly?" Zeddemore asked.
"He was injured far worse than Peter," Egon said. "However, I believe Peter will soon begin to feel the same side effects."
"We have to stop it," Ray said. "There has to be some kind of antidote. We can save Peter than gave it to Mr. Hartman." He looked at the angry ghost in the orb. "Than put him back in the containment unit so he won't be able to harm anyone else."
"Let's find the antidote," Winston replied.
"It'll take time," Egon stated. "Time we may not have."
"We have to try," Dr. Stantz responded.
"Breakfast is ready," Dani told the guys as she walked into the lab carrying a tray filled with food.
"No time, Dani," Ray told her. "We have to find an antidote."
"An antidote?" Dani repeated. "You mean something's wrong with Peter?"
"Yeah," Ray answered.
"I knew. It was acting really weird this morning. Like he couldn't understand what was going on or something." She set the tray down. "What can I do?"
"Raymond, you and Winston take Dani to Forbidden Planet and ask Mr. Morris for any books on ectoplasmic antidotes. Or anything of that nature," Dr. Spengler started. "I will stay and attempt to find something here."
"What about Pete?" Winston asked. "We can't exactly leave you and Janine here if he isn't all there."
"I'm sure we'll find the cure before anything happens." Dani opened her mouth to say something when her earlier nightmare played in her head once more. "Dani?"
"We'll have to hurry," Dani said. "I'm seeing it again. I can almost feel all the pain." Ray went over to young woman and hugged her.
"I'm sorry," he apologized.
"For what?"
"Not listening." She looked at him. She was practically eye level with the Ghostbuster. Her light blue eyes locked gaze with Dr. Stantz's own brown ones speaking volumes on they're own, but nobody would have ever known except for them.
"You listen," Dani replied softly. "I love you because you listen." She backed away from him. "Right now though we have to save Peter. Let's get going."
"Ladies first," Winston said. She gave him a small grin and led the way out of the lab.