The firehouse is an old building on N. Moore Street in Manhattan's Tribeca area. Shut down years ago, it was allowed to gradually deteriorate until the Ghostbusters saw it and Ray fell in love with it. Since then, the no ghost logo has proudly hung outside above the door, gently swaying in the breeze.

The reception area sits directly in front of the main office area at the back of the first floor garage bay. A filing cabinet stands against the wooden rail that splits the two areas. In front of that is the reception desk; your basic wood desk covered in papers with a computer, printer, and telephone with multiple lines.

Janine Melnitz sits in the chair behind the desk. A native of Queens, she came highly recommended to the Ghostbusters by her agency when they first opened and needed a secretary. Although Venkman would most likely dispute that fact, her service has often been above and beyond. She currently enjoys one of the rare moments of downtime in this hectic business by leaning back in her chair, reading a woman's magazine article about attracting the oblivious male.

She drops her magazine down a bit and looks over her large glasses as the small TV she had set up on her desk. The commercial had just ended and the image fades in back to the show. The set is modestly decorated with a rounded wall that says "World of the Psychic" and three chairs. In the left one is a pudgy man in a brown suit, sweating under the hot studio lights. In the right one, an average looking woman sits, looking around nervously. In the middle chair is a familiar red-haired person to Janine. In the center chair sits Walter Peck, former agent of the Environmental Protection Agency.

Five years ago, he had a vendetta against the Ghostbusters for some strange reason, using the Environmental Protection Act as his weapon to try and shut them down. He used all his leverage and favors to get a warrant that allowed him to enter the ground and shut down the containment unit, the final storage area for trapped ghosts, in the building's basement. The resulting explosion led to a mass haunting all across the city and gave sufficient power to the demigod Gozer the Gozarian to open a doorway into our world.

"Welcome back to World of the Psychic. I'm Walter Peck," he says to the cameras, forcing an obviously fake smile. His eyes give away his true feelings over his current status as a B-level talk show host. "Today, I'm chatting with my guest author, lecturer and psychic Milton Angland. I believe you have a new book coming out?"

"Yes I do, Walter. It's called 'The End of the World'."

"Can you tell us anything about it?"

"Well, it basically tells how I predict that the world will end at the stroke of midnight on New Year's Eve."

"This year?" Peck asks, trying to hide his disbelieving look.

"That's correct."

"HA!" Janine scoffs at the TV.

"Now, that is interesting. My other guest, however, may disagree with you," Peck says, turning towards the woman. "Elaine, I believe you have another date to share with our viewers at home."

"According to my source," she starts in a shy voice, "the world will end on February 14 in the year 2016."

"And who is your source?"

"I received this information from an alien." Peck felt like bashing his own brains in just then. What has he sunk to? "As I told my husband, I was at the Holiday Inn in Paramus, I was having a drink at the bar and this alien approached me. He started talking to me; he bought me a drink. And then I think he must've used some kind of a ray 'cause he forced me to follow him to his room…and that's where he told me about the end of the world."

"So…your alien…had a room at the Holiday Inn?" Peck asks, trying to get a grasp around the insanity.

"It could've been a room on the spaceship made up to look like a room at the Holiday Inn. I can't be too sure about that."

"Of course not, honey. You're too far gone for that," Janine chuckles, turning off the TV as the garage bay doors open. Ecto-1 pulls in and the doors begin to shut behind it.

"This is interesting, Ray," Egon says as he gets out of the car, looking at a device in his hand.

"What is?" Ray asks, shutting the front door and carrying the smoking ghost trap as he chomps on a cigar.

"There seems to be a spike in the PKE levels in the city."

"What's that mean?" Winston asks, removing his cigarette from his mouth.

"I don't know. Yet. I'm going to analyze the data in the lab." Janine stands in front of her desk, leaning back on it and flashing a big smile as Egon passes her, heading for the stairs.

"Hi, Egon," she says.

"Janine, I have an appointment today. Can you tell me when she gets here please?" Egon says, never taking his eyes off his device as he begins to ascend the stairs. Peter steps up to her as she folds her arms, glaring after Egon as he disappears onto the second floor.

"Don't mind him. He's usually in a mood when a building almost falls on him," he says, handing her a receipt for the job as Winston and Ray head past them towards the basement stairs to deposit their catch in the containment unit. She snatches the paper from him and storms back around her desk.

"Hmph! Men!" Peter shrugs and starts over for the office area.

"Hey, where's Poindexter?" he asks, motioning to the empty desk of their accountant, Louis Tully. Louis was another victim of the Shandor Building bust five years ago, possessed by Vinz Clortho, the Keymaster of Gozer. Since losing his apartment in the blast that saved the city, Louis had relocated his accounting practice to the firehouse.

"Louis went to get some food for us," Janine says, angrily entering the information on the receipt into the computer. Peter continues on his way into the office.

The firehouse door opens and a tall, balding man in a suit steps in, carrying a briefcase. He walks through the garage bay, his shoes echoing loudly in the cavernous area. Janine looks up from her computer as he walks towards her desk.

"Can I help…" she starts, but he simply breezes past and into the office area where Peter reclines in his chair with his feet up on the desk, reading the newspaper. He looks up as the man places his briefcase on the desk by his feet.

"Can I help you?"

"My name's Jack Hardemeyer, I'm the mayor's assistant," he answers.

"And what can I do for you, Jacko?" Peter asks, folding the paper and putting it on the desk.

"Well, Dr. Venkman, I have something for you," he says as he flips open the locks on his briefcase and reaches inside of it. He pulls out some papers and hands them to Peter. Peter takes them and looks through them.

"Funny, this doesn't look like a check," Peter says sarcastically. Hardemeyer laughs.

"On the contrary, it's an injunction. You and your friends are now on probation with the city of New York. If, during any of your group's activities you should cause any damage to New York City public property, you will be brought up on charges and your so-called business effectively shut down." Peter throws the papers on the desk.

"Hey, the mansion wasn't our fault. You wanna blame someone, blame the termites," Peter says innocently.

"You were sent, for God knows what reason, to get rid of the problem inside Reitman Manor. Instead, you got rid of Reitman Manor. The mayor was anything but happy. Fortunately, it worked out that the interested party was going to demolish the building anyway, and that's why the mayor had instructed me to deliver this final warning to you instead of just shutting you down now." Peter could detect the condescending tone whenever he mentioned their job. He definitely doesn't like this little bureaucratic weasel.

"So, how come Lenny didn't come by and tell us this himself? We're old friends, ya know, I would've loved to have seen him and given him a kiss," Peter says, flashing a sweet smile, trying to hide his true feelings. Hardemeyer closes his briefcase and picks it up.

"Because the mayor is running for governor next fall, and the last thing he needs is to be seen with two-bit publicity hounds like you and your friends. Good day." With that, he turns and heads back down the garage bay. Peter stands up, looking after him.

"Hey, I'm a voter! Aren't you supposed to lie to me and kiss my ass?" Peter walks over to the filing cabinet and leans on it, looking over the top. "The nerve of some people, huh? Think they can march in here like they own the…place…" Janine looks up at him curiously as he stops his sentence, and then follows his gaze to the front doors. She stands up to look over Ecto-1 and sees Dana standing by them. She smiles nervously as she sees Peter staring at her.

"Dana…" he whispers.


Upstairs, Dana sits in a chair as she tells the Ghostbusters her story. Egon sits in front of her on the couch, listening intently as he munches on some Ding Dongs. Winston sits next to him, enjoying a beer. Behind them, Ray stands with his arms folded, a thoughtful expression on his face. Peter leans against a desk with a bookcase on top of it, away from the rest and uncharacteristically quiet.

He stares at her, thoughts racing through his head a mile a minute as all his old feelings come barreling up to the surface. Dana was the first woman he ever really loved. When she left him years ago, he was devastated. He hid it, of course, behind his usual sarcastic wit and playboy antics, but the hurt was always there. Now, here she was, back in his life once again.

"…and then it went right out into the middle of traffic, and I really started running after it, and then it suddenly just stopped right in the middle of the street," Dana finishes.

"And did anyone else see this?" Egon asks.

"Of course, hundreds of people. Egon, I didn't imagine this."

"I'm not saying you did, it's just in science we always look for the simplest explanation." Ray gets and idea and heads over to the table where Peter leans. He pulls out a book from a shelf and flips through it.

"Ah ha! I knew I heard this before!" he exclaims, finding his page. "1939 East Berlin, a flower cart took off on its own and ran for half a kilometer with 300 witnesses."

"You should also check Duke University's mean averaging studies on controlled psychokinesis," Egon suggests to him. Ray nods and begins digging through the books.

"What does that mean?" Dana asks, confused. Peter hops up from his spot and walks over to them. He decides it's time to take some action, show Dana she made a mistake by leaving him.

"What it means is we're going to take your case and see what's up, right guys?"

"Yeah, of course," Ray says.

"Absolutely," Egon agrees.

"Great. So, what say me, Ray and Egon all head over to your place and see what we can find, and Winston can handle some of the lighter calls until we get back. How's that sound?"

"Uh, yeah, works for me," Winston says, shrugging.

"Alright then, let's get moving," Peter says, clapping his hands together. He heads out of the room with Ray and Winston following him. Dana stands up, but gently grabs Egon's arm as he begins to head out.

"Egon, can I talk to you for a moment?"

"Sure." Dana nervously walks back into the sitting area, Egon looking after her. She didn't think it would happen, but when she saw Peter downstairs, all her old feelings came rushing back and hit her like an anvil. Now, having sat in the same room with him for this long, it was almost unbearable. However, she was sure Peter was over her by now. After all, she didn't exactly give him much reason not to. But, it doesn't hurt to check…right?

"I was just wondering, how has Peter been?" Egon looks her over.

"Well, he was border lined for a while. Then he crossed the border." Dana turns away, smiling and blushing as the next question comes to her mind.

"Does he ever…mention me?"

"No," Egon says frankly. Her smile quickly fades.

"Well, we didn't part on very good terms. I had thought about getting in touch with him after my marriage ended, but…" She shakes her head and turns back to him, smiling. "I appreciate you guys taking my case like this. I know you must be busy."

"Try not to worry," Egon says, reassuringly. He steps aside and lets her head out before him.


Dana turns the key in the lock and opens the door, letting her, Ray, Egon and Peter inside. They look around her place. It's a small apartment with modest furnishings, perfect for a single mother.

"I'm home!" she calls as she removes her coat. From the kitchen, a young woman emerges carrying Oscar. She heads over to them and hands Oscar over to Dana as the guys look around her place. "So, where would you like to start?"

"We'd like to examine the baby first," Egon says.

"And anything associated with the baby," Ray adds, "you know, stuffed toys, anything with fabric, and wherever he sleeps." She leads them over into the dining room.

"And then we'd like to examine the buggy."

"How's over here?" she asks, motioning to the dining room table.

"Here's fine," Ray says, pulling a mat onto the table as Dana lays him down on it. "Just lay him down flat."

"Okay, sweetheart, they're just going to take a look at you," she says softly to the baby.

"We'll do a cursory medical examination," Egon states as he and Ray removes their coats.

"Nothing that's gonna hurt him, right?" Dana asks.

"No, no. I don't think so. He'll be fine." Egon assures her as he pulls a wire whisk out of the case he was carrying and sets it on the other side of the table.

Meanwhile, Peter looks around the place, admiring all the little girly touches like statues and porcelain animals and pink wallpaper. He throws his coat over onto the couch as he moves towards the corner of the living room. He sees her cello standing in the corner by a chair and music stand, and decides to have some fun. He picks it up and puts his foot up on the chair. He rests the cello on it and curls up his lip as he begins to strum out a blues riff on the strings.

Dana rolls her eyes and she leaves Oscar with the other two as she walks into the living room area. Ray leans in close to Egon.

"Have you ever done this before?" he whispers.

"On a chimp," Egon answers. Dana approaches Peter, giving him a look. Peter just keeps on playing.

"So, what happened to Mr. Right? I heard he ditched ya and ran off to Europe." She takes the cello out of his hands.

"He didn't ditch me," she corrects as she moves past him to replace the cello on its stand. "We had some problems and he got a very good job offer from an orchestra in London so he took it."

"So, he ditched ya," Peter says again, grabbing a small plastic snow globe off the nearby bookshelf. He holds it upside down to let all the "snow" inside gather at the top as she turns around to give him an agitated look.

Ray leans down on the table holding a tape recorder in his hands next to the baby. He presses the record button and begins to speak.

"Subject is a male Caucasian, approximately…" Egon holds up an extendable ruler next to the baby, raising it to the right height.

"24 inches," he tells Ray.

"…24 inches in length. Subject weighs approximately 18 pounds and is about 8 months old. Okay, ocular?" Egon crouches down onto the floor and pulls out a small penlight and waves it in front of the baby's face and into his eyes.

"Pupilary response normal," he states, standing back up.

"Auditory?" Ray sets the recorder down and he and Egon begin snapping their fingers next to both of Oscar's ears. The baby looks towards each one after they snap curiously.

"Normal," Egon declares. Ray picks the recorder back up and resumes his position.

"Capillary?" He sets the recorder down again and he and Egon proceed to raise Oscar's arms. They begin to tickle his sides, causing a whistle to escape from his mouth.

"Appears to be ticklish," Egon says.

"Yup, baby ticklish."

"You know, you would've been better off marrying me?" Peter asks, holding up the snow globe in front of his face as he looks at Dana through it, letting the "snow" flutter all around inside. Dana smirks and takes a couple steps closer to him.

"You never asked me," she informs him, "and every time I brought it up you'd get drowsy and fall asleep." Peter blinks at her, and then replaces the globe back on the bookcase. He turns and walks towards the center of the room.

"You never got it, Dana…I'm a man! I'm sensitive! I need to be loved, I need to be desired!" She comes up behind him and places her hands on his shoulders.

"It's when you started introducing me as the old ball and chain, that's when I left." Peter clenches his eyes, not believing that stupid move he pulled. She begins to move back into the dining room, but Peter runs past her to cut her off.

"Well, I may have a lot of personal problems but I'm a total professional when it comes to my job." He heads over to the table. Egon has on headgear that resembles a stethoscope connected to a rod. He holds it down over the baby's heart as Ray sweeps the PKE meter over him. "Egon." Egon looks up, and Peter pulls his head back to avoid being hit by the thing on his head.

"What?" he asks. Peter leans in close to the end.

"What're we doing?" he asks into it, making Egon jump over the loud volume. He takes the headgear off and puts it away.

"He seems to be fine, Dana."

"Yes, he's very healthy."

"When he does sleep, where do you put him?" Ray asks.

"I'll show you." She leads Ray out of the room as Egon produces a sample dish from the bag and hands it to Peter.

"Venkman, would you get a stool sample please?" He picks up a device and follows after Ray and Dana. Peter stand there with the dish, looking down at the baby curiously, really not looking forward to his task.

"Business or personal?" he jokes.

Dana walks into the baby's room and the other two follow. It's your typical baby's room with toys and stuffed animals all over the place. A crib sits against one wall while the changing table is on another. A dresser littered with plastic toys is against the farther wall and various mobiles hang down from the ceiling.

"Sorry, it's a bit messy," Dana says, picking up a ring-toss game from the floor.

"Well, that's okay, we don't want to play with anything," Ray tells her as he picks up a stuffed stegosaurus and runs the PKE over it.

"Very cheerful. My parents didn't believe in toys," Egon states as he holds up the device in his hand. It's a rectangular object with a round top. Purple and green lights swirl in the bottom of the top potion while data appears on the screen on the opposite side. Two little wings flap apart and together at the very top, flashing with purple lights.

"Egon, what is that thing?" Dana asks.

"This is a Giga meter I've been developing. It measures psychokinetic energy in GEVs, or Giga electron volts. I designed it to have a broader detection spectrum than the standard PKE."

"Oh," Dana says, raising an eyebrow, not really wanting Egon to go into it any further.

Peter looks down at Oscar, smiling. Oscar just stares back up at him. "So…wanna play with a big kid?" he asks. The baby just kicks his legs. Peter's smile fades a bit as he looks at the baby. Suddenly, he finds regret becoming his predominant emotion. "You know, I should've been your father. I could've been." He holds out his hand and the baby holds up his. Peter takes it and shakes it as he coos. "I understand," he says. He picks Oscar up and begins to make him "dance" in midair, making noises as they move around the room. He brings Oscar close and positions his nose by his mouth. "Help, the baby's gone completely berserk! Help!" he says, joking.

Inside the baby's room, Egon and Ray exchange a glance.

"Uh-oh," they both say as Dana heads out of the room to see what the commotion's about. Egon shakes a rattle by his ear as Ray steps over to him, still holding the dinosaur.

"So, you never even had a slinky?" he asks.

"I had part of a slinky. But I straightened it," Egon tells him.

Dana enters the dining room to find Peter still shouting for his life into Oscar's belly as he holds him above his head. When he hears Dana lightly laughing behind him, he quickly brings the baby down and looks at her.

"Uh, he has some sort of clear liquid coming from his mouth there."

"Yes he does," Dana agrees, taking Oscar's bib and dabbing the drool off of his chin. "Well, what do you think?" Dana asks as Peter sits on the table.

"Well, he's ugly. He's not Elephant Man ugly, but he's not attractive. Was his father ugly?"

"Don't listen," Dana tells Oscar with a smile as she strokes his head.

"And he stinks." He picks the baby up and says "You're right, senior!" in a fake Spanish accent. The baby laughs in his hands. "Did his father stink?" he asks Dana. "Yeah, daddy was smelly, huh? What's your name?" he asks the baby.

"His name is Oscar."

"Named after a hotdog, you poor man! You poor, poor man!"

"But seriously, there's nothing…unusual about him, is there?"

"Well, I don't have a lot of experience with babies." He pauses when he realizes that in holding the baby, he wishes he had. He quickly shakes himself back to reality. "But, you're excited now because momma's here to get your stool sample, right momma?"

"Stool…sample?" she asks confused as Peter lays Oscar back down on the table.

Peter enters the baby's room as Ray sticks his head out from under the crib where he was taking readings.

"Nothing!" he calls. Egon sits on the changing table, shaking his head as he tries to figure out what could have caused the stroller to behave like it did.

"So, what now, Braniac?" Peter asks. Egon stands up and turns to him.

"I'd like to run some gynecological tests on the mother." Peter shrugs.

"Who wouldn't?" Egon rolls his eyes, then motions with his head for Ray to follow him out of the room.

"Let's check the street, he says." He and Peter leave as Ray slips out from under the crib.


On the corner of First Avenue, Ray and Egon check their respective instruments as they look for readings.

"It stopped right over there, across the street," Dana tells them, pointing to the spot. They look as the street is full of midday traffic, showing no signs of letting up.

"Now what?" Ray asks.

"I can get us over there," Peter says, stepping off the curb and into the street.

"Huh? Venkman! Hey, Venkman!" Ray looks at Egon who shrugs and begins to follow him. Peter casually walks across the intersection, holding up his hand as he directs traffic with the other. Cars honk as they try to get around them, and drivers curse as they pass by.

"'Scuse us, scientists coming through! One side, please! Thank you very much! Woah, go around please!" He jogs over to the spot just before a cab near it begins to move and stands in front of it.

"Hey, you mind moving out of the way, asshole!" the driver demands.

"Hey, relax, you're on the meter," Peter responds as he continues ushering traffic past. Egon and Peter move over to the spot and crouch down, checking their devices and finding much to their excitement that they're full of life.

"Woooooah, I think we hit the honey pot! There's something brewing under the street, I got 1-1-18 on the PKE!" Ray exclaims.

"2.5 GEVs on the Giga meter," Egon adds. Dana looks at them, curiously.

"Well, what does that mean?" she asks. Egon and Ray exchange a glance.