Hogarth groaned as he sat up. Pain was throbbing all over his body, even in places he didn't think it was possible to feel pain. All around him, teal liquid flowed past, emptying into the San Francisco sewers. Against his better judgment, Hogarth dipped his finger into the liquid and put it in his mouth.

"Blueberry ice cream?" he asked.

"Of course!" a voice exclaimed. "Keebo always smelled like blueberries! It's one of the thing's he's best known for!"

"Great."

Hogarth held up his arm and groaned: His uniform had been torn to shreds. The blast from crossing the streams must have destroyed it. As if he hadn't gone through this already.

Looking around, Hogarth saw Loraine Court covered in rubble and melted blueberry ice cream. Buildings up and down the street had been demolished. It was a miracle they managed to survive all this destruction. He hoped the city wasn't going to sue them for this.

At that moment, Hogarth heard shifting debris and hurried over to see Constance and Jefferson push a giant piece of concrete out of their way. Gordon climbed over a pile of rubble a moment later.

"You guys okay?" Constance asked.

"I've felt worse in street races," Hogarth answered.

"I'm sore all over, but I'm fine," Gordon said. "I must thank my ancestors for sparing me this day."

"We all should," Jefferson said. "I still can't believe we survived that."

"Not all of us did," Hogarth replied solemnly.

Constance, Jefferson, and Gordon all looked at him.

"I'm…I'm sorry Hogarth," Constance said.

"We did what we had to do," Hogarth told her.

Suddenly, the sound of a faint groan reached the Ghostbusters' ears. Turning in the direction it came from, they saw it originated from a large pile of debris.

"Over there!" Hogarth shouted.

The Ghostbusters raced over to the pile and began removing the debris. Hogarth flung every piece he grabbed behind him with a quick motion of his arms. Gordon grabbed a metal rod and used it to pry debris away from the pile. Constance and Jefferson had to work together to remove the bigger pieces. When they removed a large chunk, they found Sam lying face down, barely moving.

"Hogarth!" Jefferson shouted.

Hogarth raced over and pulled Sam out with Constance and Jefferson's help. Sam was still wearing Morgana's outfit, but her hair was red again and when she opened her eyes, Hogarth saw they had returned to their natural blue color.

"What a nightmare…," she moaned.

"Yeah, that wasn't exactly a nightmare," Hogarth told her sheepishly as he helped her to her feet. "But it's over now."

"Thank goodness for that," Constance chimed in.

Hogarth glared at her before turning back to Sam and asking her if she was okay.

"Fine, but why is my head hurting?"

"Probably because you were possessed by the ghost of an evil sorceress who was in fact your ancestor," Hogarth said.

"It's incredible," Jefferson said. "Did you know that you were possessed by a major metaspecter? That was last seen in the Summerville Crossrip of 2021."

"Don't you think she's been through enough for one day, Jefferson?" Gordon asked.

"I think we've all had enough for one day," Constance agreed.

"Yeah, I could use a nap myself," Hogarth said, then turned to Sam. "Can you walk?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Good, because it's a long walk back to Ecto-1SF."

With that, Sam and the Ghostbusters began the long walk home, content that the world was safe from evil.