Epilogue
Several months of physical training and healing had passed before Janine was fully able to walk on her own. Now, she and the other Ghostbusters walked down into the basement. In Janine's hand was a full ghost trap. She walked across the basement floor and to the containment unit. The others stopped a little way behind her. She looked at the ghost trap and sighed heavily. Then she spoke.
"Ray says this trap is a type of torture device for ghosts," she said to the trap. "I'm almost sorry to let you out; I'm sure the containment unit will be a welcome relief. But at least I get the chance to put you away." She hit the buttons on the unit and opened the airlock. "Think of this while you're in your new home. I'm alive, you bastard," she spat out. "You didn't win. You didn't kill me, and now, you're going to hell."
She shoved the trap into the unit, and pulled the lever. There was the familiar sound of the trap opening on the other side and the vacuum pulling the ghost out of the trap and into the unit. But this time, there was a faint roar heard. A roar of fury. Then, silence as the unit shut itself. Janine stepped back on unsteady legs, as the realization of what had just happened hit her. Egon stepped foreword to wrap his arms around her as Ray checked the reading. He turned around, smiling.
"Trap's clean."
Janine's eyes filled with tears. She had what most rape victims wouldn't...closure. She felt Egon's arms tighten around her, as she relaxed for the first time in almost four months.
"Are you okay?'' he whispered. She nodded, smiling.
"I'm fine now," she told him. He released her, and held out his hand.
"Let's go upstairs. I'll help you sort out the paperwork. I'm afraid Peter's left it in a horrible mess."
She took his hand and followed him up the stairs. As she reached the door, she turned back to look at the containment unit. Then she walked out, shutting the door behind her.
Several months of physical training and healing had passed before Janine was fully able to walk on her own. Now, she and the other Ghostbusters walked down into the basement. In Janine's hand was a full ghost trap. She walked across the basement floor and to the containment unit. The others stopped a little way behind her. She looked at the ghost trap and sighed heavily. Then she spoke.
"Ray says this trap is a type of torture device for ghosts," she said to the trap. "I'm almost sorry to let you out; I'm sure the containment unit will be a welcome relief. But at least I get the chance to put you away." She hit the buttons on the unit and opened the airlock. "Think of this while you're in your new home. I'm alive, you bastard," she spat out. "You didn't win. You didn't kill me, and now, you're going to hell."
She shoved the trap into the unit, and pulled the lever. There was the familiar sound of the trap opening on the other side and the vacuum pulling the ghost out of the trap and into the unit. But this time, there was a faint roar heard. A roar of fury. Then, silence as the unit shut itself. Janine stepped back on unsteady legs, as the realization of what had just happened hit her. Egon stepped foreword to wrap his arms around her as Ray checked the reading. He turned around, smiling.
"Trap's clean."
Janine's eyes filled with tears. She had what most rape victims wouldn't...closure. She felt Egon's arms tighten around her, as she relaxed for the first time in almost four months.
"Are you okay?'' he whispered. She nodded, smiling.
"I'm fine now," she told him. He released her, and held out his hand.
"Let's go upstairs. I'll help you sort out the paperwork. I'm afraid Peter's left it in a horrible mess."
She took his hand and followed him up the stairs. As she reached the door, she turned back to look at the containment unit. Then she walked out, shutting the door behind her.