Ecto-1 was quiet once again except for the wind blowing through some of the back windows and the heavy breathing coming from Dani. Peter couldn't tell if the cause of her odd breathing was the cold or if a rib had punctured a lung. The two of them had stopped talking after running out of topics. They had discussed everything from their favorite socks to the philosophy of 'Seinfeld'. Once Dani mentioned she was hungry and Peter said if help never came she could eat him the young woman yelled at him about Egon coming back than stopped talking. The Ghostbuster had meant it as a joke, but she was obviously distraught over their predicament and no amount of Dr. Peter Venkman humor was going to cheer her up. She had been successful in finally being able to sulk.

"If your face stays that way long enough it'll freeze," Peter told her.

"Shut up."

"I've never really been able to," Dr. Venkman responded. "Seems to get me in trouble."

"Right now, Dr. Venkman, I don't care. What I do care about is getting out of this freezing cold car and away from you. I want to spend a really long time in front of nice, roaring fire with Ray's arms wrapped around me. You though are ruining the wonderful picture I have in my head."

"Dr. Venkman? Since when do you call me Dr. Venkman?"

"Since you've become a jerk."

"I'm only doing what I know best and what I know best is talking. Probably the reason I became a psychologist. I talk enough and people get annoyed enough to talk about themselves and the reason they're there. And as disappointing as it may be it's not because of my good looks or my charming smile. I also have to add it's worked quite well. I've helped quite a few ghosts go on peacefully this way."

"Than maybe you'll let me peacefully sleep for a few minutes."

"No sleeping," he told her. "If you sleep than I might lose you and that would be bad. I'd have a few angry friends on my back."

"I'm tired, my head hurts and it's really cold. I'm also quite hungry and I'd never eat you if you were the last edible thing on this planet!" She winced as she shouted and vibrated her chest. "To make matters even better it hurts to breath."

"Take slow breaths," Peter told her. "I think you may have punctured a lung and air could be escaping into your chest."

"Since when did you become Doogie Howser?"

"I took a few med classes in college. I remember a few things. Very few things."

"Beautiful girl?"

"The teacher was a bombshell. If I remember correctly she was a Playboy Bunny before deciding to become a nurse. We went out a few times than she dumped me for some millionaire and I dropped the class."

"Did you also happen to take a few cooking classes? Because I always wondered why your chocolate chip cookies taste so good."

"Actually that's a Venkman secret."

"Want to share it?"

"Not until you take back the jerk thing. That really hurt my feelings."

"Alright, I take back the jerk thing. Peter Venkman, you are a wonderful man. Now tell me the secret." Peter grinned than bent down and whispered into her ear. He sat back up and Dani gave him a shocked look. "No."

"Yes," Peter replied.

"But if you put that in there someone's bound to notice."

"Not if you just put a small amount that's enough to add flavor, but not enough to cause any harm. Of course if you eat too cookies than you might show some signs."

"You are so bad."

"Thank you. However, you can never tell anyone else otherwise they'll just go straight for the secret ingredient."

"Not Ray. He doesn't do that on a regular basis."

"Yeah, he's a regular goody-two shoes."

"You better be joking because that's my boyfriend you're talking about. He's not a goody-two shoes. Ray's just Ray and that's how I like him."

"You wouldn't jump at a chance to do something different?"

"What do you mean different?"

"I mean something crazy. Outrageous. Throwing caution to the wind. Like Ray does when he's chasing after a ghost only it wouldn't include a nuclear accelerator and slime."

"Stuff you would do with a date?"

"Exactly."

"That could be fun," Dani commented. "I just don't see Ray doing something like that. I'd probably have to twist his arm or something."

"We should something like that," Peter replied. "You and I will go out some night and go clubbing. That's always fun. Especially with some of the places I go to."

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

"It wouldn't be a date. Just two friends going out and having a good time. People do that all the time."

"We'll do that than," Dani responded. "It'll have to be next year some time. I still need to get through the rest of this year than spend the first day of next year catching up on all the sleep I missed this year."

"Sounds good," Peter said. "Maybe the guys will let me do that too."

"After this we'll both get some special treatment," Dani said.

"Oh, yeah," Dr. Venkman agreed. "That's always fun until the guys get tired and Janine threatens to kill me than bring me back as a ghost only to stuff my ectoplasm into a trap than toss it into the containment unit." Dani made a face. "I know. Not a pretty picture." The car grew quiet again and Dr. Venkman hated the silence. Silence always meant something bad might happen. Especially when he and the guys were on a bust. Too many times had they fallen for the silent bit and one of them had gotten hurt.

"Peter?"

"Yeah?"

"Egon's okay, right?"

"I'm sure he's fine. He's probably just trying to remember where we parked the car. It's not exactly easy to find. We didn't find a good spot." Dani giggled. At least they weren't completely miserable sitting in the partially destroyed and freezing car. Peter hadn't mentioned to the young woman though that he could barely feel his left leg anymore. The lack of blood circulating was causing it to become numb and it didn't help the metal from the door felt like ice. He didn't want her to worry anymore than she already was. The psychologist hoped that Dr. Spengler was alright and that the physicist hadn't wondered off the road and into some frozen lake.