In "One of the Boys", Jennifer was unable to be in certain scenes. This is what it would have been like if she had been there:


"As a friend I have to tell you you've finally gone around the bend on this ghost business," said Peter to Ray as the two of them and Jennifer walked up the stairs of the New York Public Library. "You and Egon been running your ass off meeting and greeting every skitzo in the five boroughs who says he has a paranormal experience. What have you seen?"

"He's got a point," said Jennifer. "And you know I hate to agree with anything Venkman says."

"Course you two forget, I was present at an undersea, unexplained mass sponge migration," said Ray importantly.

"Ray, the sponges migrated about a foot and a half," Peter pointed out.

Upon entering the library, the trio spotted Egon sitting on the ground, his stethoscope pressed up against the underside of a table. Peter snickered as he snuck up on the scientist and starting wrapped his knuckles on the table.

Egon looked up in surprise, convinced he was onto something. He still didn't notice Peter, Ray, and Jennifer behind him. Peter began to moan like a ghost as he picked up a large volume. He brought it back down on the table with a bang. Egon jumped at the thud.

"Ooh, that had to hurt," Jennifer winced.

Egon abruptly pulled the stethoscope off his head and looked up at the three staring at him. "Oh, you're here!"

"Whatcha got, Egghead?" asked Jennifer as Egon hurriedly stood up. "This is big, this is very big. There's definitely something here."

"Egon," Peter interrupted. "This reminds of the time you tried to drill a hole through your head, remember that?"

"That would've worked if you hadn't stopped me," Egon retorted.

"Hello," said a nervous looking man in a suit coming up to them. "I'm Roger Delacorte. Are you the people from the university?"

"Yes, I'm Dr. Venkman," said Peter, all business. He gestured to each of the scientists. "This is Dr. Stantz…Dr. Spengler…Jennifer."

"Don't mind me," sighed Jennifer. "I'm just a lowly college student."

The other four men ignored her. "Thank you for coming," said Delacorte. "I hope we can clear this up quickly and quietly."

"Let's not rush things," said Peter ominously. "We don't even know what you have yet."


"I don't remember seeing any legs but it definitely had arms because it reached for me," said the distraught librarian. The little old lady was lying on her back on a cot in the library's main office, trying to forget her miserable experience.

"Arms?" asked Ray excitedly. "I can't wait to get a look at this thing!"

"Now Alice, I'm going to ask you a couple of standard questions, okay?" asked Peter.

The librarian nodded unsurely.

Peter cleared his throat and began asking the questions. "Have you or any member of your family ever been diagnosed schizophrenic? Mentally incompetent?"

The elderly librarian thought for a moment. "My uncle thought he was St. Jerome."

"I'd call that a big yes," said Peter. "Are you habitually using drugs? Stimulants, alcohol?"

"No." At this question, the librarian sounded surprised, and a little peeved.

"Just asking," said Peter quickly. Then a small smug smile grew across his face. "Are you, Alice, menstruating right now?"

Jennifer smacked him in the arm. "Peter!"

"What does that got to do with it?" Roger Delacorte asked, sounding absolutely repulsed at the thought of a woman's monthly cycle.

Peter looked the prissy little man square in the eye. "Back off, man. I'm a scientist."

"No, you're an idiot," Jennifer objected. Peter glared at her.

"Ray," said Egon, bustling into the room, PKE meter in hand. "It's moving, come on!"

Ray jumped up and followed him out, accompanied by Peter and Jennifer. "Gee. Never seen Spengler get so excited about something," she muttered.

Peter smiled knowingly. "Oh, you'd be surprised at what arouses Egon."

Jennifer caught the pun, but not the meaning of Peter's statement. "Huh?"

Peter shrugged innocently. "Oh, nothing." He grinned at her wickedly and walked down the stairs leading to the basement. Jennifer gave his back a puzzled glance, and then followed him down, shaking her head. It was at times like these that Pete had a tendency to confound her.

Egon lead the group with his meter through the library basement's labyrinth of bookshelves. Ray and Jennifer followed closely behind him, while Peter dragged along, bringing up the rear. Suddenly, Ray gasped. "Look!"

Smack in the middle of the aisle of bookshelves, there was a huge neat pile of various books reaching all the way to the ceiling. Jennifer whistled.

The four of them hurried over to the books. Egon scanned it with his PKE meter. "This is hot, Ray," he noted.

Ray nodded as he took a picture of the stack with his special ecto-vision camera. "Symmetrical book stacking. Just like the Philadelphia mass turbulence of 1947."

Peter rolled his eyes at Ray. "You're right. No human being would stack books like this."

Ray ignored him as he quickly looked down the hall. "Listen!" he suddenly said in a stage whisper. "Do you smell something?"

Jennifer pretended to take a whiff. "Yeah. Somebody cut one?"

Egon looked at his PKE meter, on which the arms had raised substantially. He pressed forward, sniffing like a blood hound. The rest followed him.

As they turned a corner, they found that various drawers in the card catalog had opened and the index cards inside had basically exploded out and scattered everywhere. "Talk about telekinetic activity, look at this mess!" exclaimed Ray.

Egon strode over to one of the open drawers and examined it. "Raymond, look at this," he called.

Ray and Jennifer hurried over to have a look. There was translucent white goo dripping off of the drawer. "That's disgusting," groaned Jennifer. "What the hell is that white crap oozing out?"

"That's what she said," snickered Peter.

"Oh, grow up," Jennifer groaned.

"Ectoplasmic residue," gasped Ray. "It's the real thing."

"Venkman, get a sample of this," said Egon, handing Peter an empty Petri dish.

"Someone blows their nose and you want to keep it?" Peter asked incredulously.

"I'd like to analyze it," Egon corrected.

"There's more over here!" called Ray from further down the row.

Egon, Ray, and Jennifer left Venkman behind to collect a sample. "So," said Jennifer. "Is there really a spook here?"

"I'm not sure if it's still here, but something definitely was here at some point," said Egon.

"Ah. And if there's still something here?"

Ray and Egon looked at each other, clearly worried. Jennifer shuddered. "Maybe it'll have left," she said hopefully.

"Yeah," said Ray, sounding like he desperately wanted to believe her. "It'll probably be gone."

At that moment, Peter came up behind them, carrying the now-filled Petri dish and looking thoroughly disgusted. "Egon," he said, thrusting the dish at the scientist. "Your mucus."

As Egon reached out to take his new sample, there was a loud groan as the bookcase behind the four mysteriously fell over, nearly squashing them.

The four of them stared at the fallen shelf. Peter slowly turned to Jennifer. "This happen to you before?" he asked her. Jennifer silently shook her head. "Oh," said Peter. "First time?" Jennifer nodded.

Egon started to walk again, PKE meter extended. Peter and Ray followed his lead. Jennifer gave the bookcase one last look and took off after the three, thoroughly spooked.

After about fifty paces or so, Egon's meter began to buzz. He gave the others a meaningful look and turned a corner. Egon stepped out into the open and looked around. Then he froze and his eyes widened. "It's here," he stated.

Ray, Peter, and Jennifer quickly followed the scientist and followed his gaze to see a purple tinged, translucent elderly woman standing, well, floating by a bookshelf, thumbing through one of its volumes.

"A full torso apparition," whispered Ray in awe. "And it's real."

The four stared transfixed at the ghostly librarian. Jennifer felt goosebumps rise on her arms.

Peter spoke up finally, breaking their shocked silence. "So what do we do?" he asked, his question obviously directed to Ray and Egon.

Ray and Egon looked at each other. For once, neither of them knew what to do.

Peter stood there expectantly, waiting for an answer. When it was obvious that neither of them had one, Peter said, "Could you come over here and talk to me for a second, please?" He grabbed Ray's ear and dragged him back into the catacomb of bookshelves. "Could you just come here for a second, please? Right over here. Come here, Francine."

Egon and Jennifer shrugged at each other and followed the two. "Come here," Peter hissed at them. "What do we do?"

"I don't know," said Ray. He looked at Egon. "What do you think?"

Egon got his calculator out of his pocket and began to type in figures. Peter sighed disgustedly and smacked the calculator out of Egon's hands. "Stop that!" Peter exclaimed.

"We've gotta make contact," said Ray decisively. "One of us should actually try and speak to it."

"Good idea," agreed Egon. Then he, Ray, and Peter's heads all turned to Jennifer.

Jennifer's eyes widened as she realized what they were implying. "Why me?" she hissed.

"Because the only one who can understand a woman is another woman," said Peter, pushing her back out into the open with the ghost.

Jennifer gave the three a glare, then gulped and turned to the ghost. "Hello," she said to the ghost, trying to sound amiable and not at all scared for her life. "I'm Jennifer."

Behind her, Peter, Ray, and Egon had stuck their heads out. Ray was eagerly snapping pictures of the specter while Egon was videotaping Jennifer trying to communicate with it.

The ghost didn't appear to be listening to Jennifer at all. Jennifer looked at the guys with an "It's-not-working-what-do-I-do-now?" look. The three men nodded encouragingly, as if to say, "Keep going."

Jennifer turned back to the ghost. "Um…where you from?" she asked, a little louder this time. "Originally."

The grey lady finally seemed to note Jennifer's presence. She slowly looked from her book and admonished with Jennifer with a loud "shh" and a finger to her lips.

The nervous smile on Jennifer's face dropped. She turned back to the guys and coaxed them back behind the shelf. "All right. That didn't work," she said.

Ray thought for a moment. "Okay," he finally said. "I have a plan. I know exactly what to do."

Jennifer started to get a bad feeling at these words. Ray's plans almost always ended badly.

Ray cautiously stepped out, Peter, Egon, and Jennifer right behind him. "Now stay close," Ray whispered to them as he inched closer and closer to the entity. "Stay close…I know…Do exactly as I say…" Ray's voice grew louder as he grew more confident. He raised his arms, as if preparing to reach out for something. "Get ready…ready…GET HER!" he shouted.

The librarian roared at the four of them, morphing from a sweet old lady to a horrific looking beast. "RAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!"

Jennifer screamed and took off, Peter, Ray, and Egon hot on her heels. The four of them tore through the library, shrieking and yelling in fright. The library patrons stared at them as if they were deranged.

Roger Delacorte had been waiting for them by the door. The four of them ran by him and raced out the door. Delacorte started chasing after them. "Did you see it?" he cried. "What was it?"

"We'll get back to you!" Peter called.

"Wait!" Delacorte watched as they all skittered away across the courtyard, shaking his head. And he'd thought the ghost was odd.