Back at the firehouse, the guys were cleaning and moving stuff around getting ready for Janine's arrival the next morning. All the guys, except Egon. He had locked himself up in the lab and was now staring at the equipment laying around. There were half repaired ghost traps, proton packs that needed to be repaired, assorted projects half started then rejected. All of it worthless. There was absolutely nothing in here that could have helped Janine. None of his work and research could have saved her. He picked up one of the ghost traps and looked at it for a moment. Then he hurled it across the room. It smashed up against the wall, denting the wall and destroying the trap. He then went to a cluttered table full of equipment. With a sweep of his arm, everything flew off the table, and onto the floor. He went through the room, destroying everything, letting out his frustration. Vials broke, glass smashed, half finished projects fell.

He barely heard someone banging on the lab doors, but he didn't care. He grabbed a proton pack and, threw it through a dimensional portal he'd tried working on and never finished. None of it was worth anything. The doors to the lab crashed open and the guys ran through. Winston ducked, narrowly missing being hit by a trap that was hurled towards the door.

They stopped suddenly and quickly surveyed the damage. The entire lab was distroyed, and Egon was standing in the middle of it, coveralls dirty, hands bleeding, eyes wild. He turned on them, his face full of anger.

"Get out!" he snarled. The younger Ghostbusters scattered, knowing it was not a prudent time to ask what was wrong. Best to leave that to the older guys with the death wish.

Ray stared at his friend, and took a step towards him. Egon grabbed an glass vial, and threw it towards the three older Ghostbusters.

"I said, get out!" he yelled.

Ray shook his head, as Peter and Winston tried to close the doors. "We can't do that."

"Sure you can, " Egon spat out. "It's the doors behind you. Just turn around and start walking."

"Wouldn't it be better if you helped us clean up instead of making a mess?" Peter asked, wiping his hands off.

"Yeah. How are we going to explain this mess to Janine tomorrow?" Winston added.

Egon glanced around at the mess, then back to the guys. "It won't matter, because she doesn't care." he stated. He picked up another bottle of something and threw it. "She doesn't care about the firehouse, she doesn't care about this job, she doesn't care about us." He grabbed a half finished project. "You know what, I don't blame her. I wouldn't care what the hell happened to us either, if I were left alone and unarmed in enemy territory."

Ray took the project out of Egon's hands and placed it on the nearest table. He took his friend by the shoulders and gently shook.

"You aren't responsible for what happened to Janine. If you'd been here, we would have been in the waiting room for two injured friends instead of one."

"I should've stayed here. Roland could've taken the readings," he said, the anger leaving him.

"She doesn't blame you," Peter said, trying to find a clear space to sit. "We know that. She doesn't want to see us because she feels we pity her for what happened to her."

Egon glanced up at Peter. "Pity her? Why?"

"Because of the...you know," He waved his hand. "The assault."

"Kylie told us she feels like we don't look at her the same way because of what Zocodobe did to her. She's embarrassed, and she feels worthless right now," Ray stated, trying to get Egon into a chair.

"That's why we're trying to get things cleaned up. To show her we're still her family," Winston said. He looked at Egon's still bleeding hands. "Doesn't that hurt?"

Ray jumped up, and started looking for some towels. Egon looked at his bleeding hands like they didn't belong to him.

"How did that happen?" he muttered, puzzled. Peter looked around the room at the destruction and the sparkling of the glass on the floor. Then he looked back at his friend.

"I don't know," he stated dryly.

The next morning, Kylie and Winston drove Ecto-1 to the hospital to pick up Janine. Her mother was going to follow them in her car. They walked to her room to find her already dressed, and sitting in a wheelchair. Her right leg was propped up in a cast and her left arm was in a sling close to her body. She looked away from her mother, and smiled at both of them.

Winston smiled back. "Looking good girl," he said. "In a couple of weeks, you'll be back to your gorgeous self."

"Now I know you're lying," she said softly. "I didn't look that good before."

"Let's go," Kylie said, picking up Janine's bag. "Garrett's all excited. He has someone to race down the halls with and drive everyone else crazy."

Janine smiled. "Not until I get this cast off my arm, I won't," she stated.

An orderly came in to take Janine down to Ecto-1. When they reached outside, Janine took one look at the car and groaned.

"Do you have to take me home in this old jalopy?"

"Hey," Winston said in mock hurt. "This old jalopy has gotten us through many a scrape."

"Besides," Kylie added. "It's wheelchair accessible."

Janine sighed dramatically, as they pushed her into the back. Karen kissed her daughter's head. "I'm right behind you. I'll be there as soon as I can."