That night, the room was dark and quiet. The only person in the room was the figure in the bed...or so it looked. Ray was in the bathroom, Winston was hiding in one of the closets and Eduardo was hiding under the bed. It was late when the air began to prickle in the room. In an instant Zocodobe was in the room. The demon looked around the room, then laughed. It was wary, for it knew the Ghostbusters. It couldn't believe they would leave the room empty for even a moment. Therefore, there had to be at least one person in the room, lying in wait.
With a great roar, Zocodobe twisted, and a wind began in the room. It picked up everything in the room, except the bed. The person in the bed wasn't affected by the strong wind. It had others plans for her. As the wind sucked everything around the room, it pulled out Eduardo from under the bed and Ray from the bathroom. The closet door flew open and Winston was pulled out also. The three Ghostbusters hit the far wall, and slid down to the floor, dazed, and bruised. Zocodobe laughed, menacingly.
"Fools!" he bellowed. "Now you will watch as I kill your female."
The three men struggled but to no avail. They couldn't move. The creature floated closer to the bed holding the injured woman. He laughed once more, before reaching the bed. he would torment this body once more before it died. As he reached towards the covered body, Eduardo, still struggling, screamed,
The covers flew off and suddenly Zocodobe was thrown across the room by a particle thrower. Kylie stood up on the bed, her stream still steady on the struggling monster.
"Surprise!" she called. The bond holding the three disappeared and they stood up charging their throwers. The room door opened and the other four charged the room, throwers primed and ready. Eight steady streams hit the demon, who howled furiously at the betrayal. Once again, he had been cheated out of his triumph by the Ghostbusters.
"Like we were going to let you win!" Garrett scoffed.
"Throw the trap Ray!" Peter yelled. Ray tossed the trap, and stepped on the pedal. The trap opened and a bright yellow light appeared out of it. Zocodobe howled one last time as he was sucked into the trap. The lid closed shut and the light blinked. Silence filled the room.
"Is he in there?" Winston asked, breaking the silence. Kylie jumped off the bed and peered at the trap.
"Yep," she said. Everyone relaxed, talking and laughing. An orderly poked his head through the door.
"Is it safe?" he asked. Winston nodded.
"The monster's all gone."
"Can I bring the patient back in?"
"Please," Peter said, holding open the door. Two orderlies moved the now empty bed Kylie was in off to the side, then pushed the bed with the still unconscious Janine and the equipment back into the room. They fixed everything back in its original place and walked out.
"I must say, Pete," Winston said. "That was pretty good, moving Janine out of here."
"Kylie deserves it for sticking herself in the bed," Peter said, patting the female Ghostbuster on the back. "That took guts. You could have gotten hurt."
Kylie blushed slightly, under his praise. "Hey, Janine's one of us too. Anything to get a good night's sleep."
"So, do we go back to normal, or should we still keep someone on watch for a little while longer?" Roland asked. "Technically, Janine's still in a fragile state, and there has to be others who know this and could take advantage of her condition."
"Roland's right," Ray said. "We can't rule out that possibility."
"We could go back to one person in the room, until Janine is at least stable," Kylie offered.
"That's fine, but who's going to volunteer for the first night?" Peter asked. Egon slipped off his pack and placed it on the floor next to him.
"I will." Peter looked at him.
"You sure?"
Egon nodded. "I don't have anything to do now anyway. I could use the rest."
"Okay," Peter said. "I'll come by tomorrow to relieve you."
Egon nodded and watched the others file out. The door closed behind the last person and he was alone with Janine. Sighing, he looked at her. Gently, he took her hand in one of his, and with the other, began to gently stroke her face.
"We got him, Janine," he whispered to her. "It's safe to come back now."
He looked at her sleeping face, and lifted her hand to his lips.
"Please come back," he whispered.