"We figured it was probably a temporal dimension, or another reality." Ray said as they drove towards Janine's apartment. "If there was only a Michael DeWinter in this reality, then it had to be an alternate one."
"And she could open anyone of those with the right spell," Egon said. "Which would explain the increase in paranormal activity today."
Winston stopped the car, looking outside. "Increase nothing," he said pointing outside.
Four men looked outside at the dense activity of ghost floating around the area where Janine's apartment stood.
Peter got out of the car, staring at the ghosts. "Holy..."
Ray looked towards the apartment. "She must have started the spell."
Wiston strapped on a pack. "You two get in there and stop her. Ray and I'll deal with the ghosts."
"She'll be more open to talking to you two right now anyway," Ray yelled over the noise.
But Egon was already gone. He crashed into the apartment complex, rushing up the stairs taking two at a time with Peter behind him.
"Why couldn't she live on the first floor?" Peter yelled up.

The buzzing around her head was increasing, but she ignored it, instead focusing her attention onto the swirling cloud on her wall. The fog cleared slightly, and she could make out the lab on the other side. Her heart lept.
I did it.
The buzzing turning into a banging now, but she continued to ignore it. As the fog cleared, she could make out Christopher in the lab, book in hand, chanting frantically.
"Christopher," she whispered. The alchemist on the other side looked up for a brief second, then his head shot up again, the words dying in his lips. Frowning, he took a step closer, book still in hand.
Janine? She couldn't hear him, but she could make out her name on his lips. She smiled, her heart leaping excitedly.
Christopher flipped in the book he held for a moment, then looked up at her in horror, shaking his head wildly.
Janine, don't!
Janine picked up the knife she'd bought for this occasion. This was going to work. Soon, she'd be where she belonged.
"Janine, no!"
Christopher's voice so close caused her to falter slightly. She felt herself being pushed out of the circle, and the knife flew out of her hands.

Peter and Egon flew into the apartment, stopping at the picture in front of them. Janine, standing in a circle in front of an opening where part of her wall used to be, holding a knife.
"Janine, no!" Egon yelled.
She stopped for a brief moment, confused. Peter took that opportunity, running towards her and knocking her out of the circle, pulling the knife out of her hands. Egon rushed foreword, then stopped, suddenly staring at himself in the wall. Well, not in the wall, and not really himself.
The man on the other side, was looking at Janine lying on the floor sobbing. The fear and horror in his eyes slowly leaving as he realized she wasn't hurt.
He loves her, Egon realized, somewhat jealous. The man who was his twin looked at Egon. The two men stared at each other for a moment, then Christopher smiled.
Egon couldn't hear anything, yet Christopher looked behind him towards the door. Egon got a glimpse of Michael, who was walking through the door with a very angry look on his face.
He could pass for Peter's twin.
Christopher turned around, and grabbed a bag next to him. Glancing at Egon briefly, his eyes trailed towards Janine. Giving her one last smile, he threw the bag down in front of him. There was a blinding flash, which made Egon cover his eyes; then the portal was gone.
From the room came an almost animal like wail, making Egon tense until he realized who it was coming from. Janine pushed Peter off of her, staring at the chalk outline.
"No!" she cried out. "Are you all right?" Peter asked. Janine ignore him, instead walking to the wall, and putting a hand on it. Then she turned towards both men, a fury in her eyes that neither had seen since she'd returned.
"Get out!" she screamed. Get out of here!"
Peter, who'd been expecting anything other than this, stood there for a moment. "No."
"Don't tell me no. Get out before I call the cops."
Peter put his hands on his hips. "How you gonna do that? You ripped out your phone."
"Besides, how will you explain the occult paraphernalia in your living room?" Egon added. Janine looked at him. There was nothing in her green eyes except anger.
"I wasn't talking to you," she hissed. Egon stepped back involuntarily, not used to an outburst from her. She turned back to Peter.
"You don't rule my life," she spat out.
"Well that obviously what you want, since you were so eager to get back there." Peter snapped back.
"You don't know what I want," Janine stated.

"No I don't. I don't know what you ever wanted with your life, that wasn't my department." Peter said. "But I offered to talk to you, and you threw it out the window. You need help. Let me help you Janine."
"I don't need your help," she stated, "But since you're both so eager to know what happened to me in the past fourteen months, I'll tell you."
"Janine..." Egon started.
"I woke up to the fact that I was being sold into slavery," Janine started, ignoring Egon. "To three men who looked like the men I worked with in New York. I quickly found that there were few similarities, when Michael first used me as a punching bag."
Peter blanched. "Then I found I was to work in the lab with Christopher, which was hard enough on me, but I was also suppose to serve him. Any comfort I found was with Darius, Raymond at times and Magdaline, the kitchen slave whom I found out later was Michael's mistress.
My comfort was shattered a few months in after Michael decided to use Darius in the hunts. I gave him a knife to kill himself with dignity and I received this from Michael."
She ripped the back of her shirt down to show then the scars from the lashes.
"Michael used a riding crop on me, deciding I would be much more fun, if he could just get me to scream. If it wasn't for Christopher hearing the commotion and coming outside, I'd be dead." She pulled her shirt back over her shoulders. "My price for that rescue was my virginity which was taken by Christopher in a spell to make the DeWinter's home and lands impenetrable. I was lucky enough that I became his mistress for the time I remained there. But the damage was already done. I was to remain inside the DeWinter's walls. I was their early warning system. What you saw in the firehouse was what happened to me there. My body is surrounded in pain, from head to toe. The reason it happened here, was that creature you saw I brought out by mistake while trying an inaction."

She paced the room, like a caged cat, avoiding both of their eyes. "Whatever took me there, left me long enough to make me lose all hope of ever coming back, then it returns me back to this place. This...hell." She looked at them both. "I hate it here! I hate New York, I hate this home, I hate the fact I have to hide my feelings, and lie to everyone, that I'm fine, when I'm not, and I hate that I have to work with you."
She sunk down onto the couch, the gown she was wearing clutched tightly around her. She looked up at Peter, her eyes streaked with tears, starting to look at little like the Janine they knew. "I hate it that you've hidden from me all week, and that you've only talked to me once, and I hate it that Egon's locked himself in his lab all week, and never saw me. You two have treated me worse than Michael and Christopher ever did, even when I was being beaten."
Egon fell into the nearest chair looking at both Peter and Janine. "Janine, I didn't...we didn't know."
"Of course you didn't," she said, not looking at either of them now. "You never asked. I wish I'd never agreed to go on that retreat with Doris. I wish none of this had ever happened. I want it to go away."
She collapsed into silence. Peter walked over to the couch and sat down, pulling her into his arms. She didn't protest, nor did she accept it. She just sat there. He looked over at Egon, who was staring at her, horror still on his pale face. His haunted eyes, met with Peter's.
"What now?" he asked softly.
Peter just shook his head.