Eleanor and Charlotte have been staying at the firehouse for two days now. Charlotte had been quiet, like she had been when they first met her. Even to Ray. However not completely silent.

They were sharing part of the lab as a temporary bedroom. They had put blow up mattresses in the corner.

Ray had tried to manually blow them up. As Peter watched with the pump behind his back. Charlotte saw this and silently took it from Peter and handed it to Ray, who smiled. however she just walked away.

Charlotte mostly sat silently on her make shift bed. The curtain separated her from the world. The way it has always been.

One night while the Ghostbusters were asleep, Charlotte gently shook Eleanor.

"What?" asked Eleanor sleepily.

"I need to go to my old room," she said simply.

"No. Wait until morning," she replied.

"I need to go. Now," she said in a stern tone.

Remembering the outburst and what happen to Peter, she reluctantly got up.

Spot whimpered.

"Stay," she commanded. Looking up at her with big green and blue eyes, which glowed in the darkness, Spot whimpered again then lied down on the floor

"I'll wake the guys and-" began Eleanor. She noticed the purple ring on Charlotte's finger.

"No," she said simply.

"Fine," she said pulling on her boots.

oXoXoXo

Eleanor and Charlotte walked down the street in the middle of the night in the rain. Eleanor kept asking Charlotte what was going on, however Charlotte remained silent. Her hair was dripping wet from the rain. She only had on her blue and black windbreaker, white night gown, and sneakers. She also brought her backpack for some reason.

Eleanor wondered if she was cold. But she was the one who wanted to come out here. So Eleanor just kept her mouth shut.

They reached the church a few minutes later. Charlotte circled the church and walked to the front door.

She stared at the lock. There was a click noise and the door slowly opened. She walked in and Eleanor followed. In the darkness they walked down the hall and into her bedroom. The moon was shining through the open window. All of her old furniture was there. Charlotte went into her drawer and got the picture she was looking for. But there was something else.

It was rectangular shape and hard. It was to dark to tell. She picked it up and held it. The ring slipped off her finger from her hand being wet from the rain. She snapped back into reality. Her head snapped from side to side. Then it was all a blur.

oXoXoXo

A loud banging was at the front door of the firehouse, making the Ghostbusters stir. Janine had already locked up for the night. The phone was still on so they could get calls.

"Peter go get it," groaned Ray, as he turned to his side.

"Uuuuuuunh," moaned Peter throwing his warm blankets off him. The cold stuck to him like snowflakes.

He was too tired to walk down the stairs. He used the pole instead.

There was a flash of lightning that lit up the dark firehouse. The hardwood floor was cold on his feet. He looked and sounded like a zombie as he made his way to the front door.

Peter finally unlocked the front door after two failed attempts. A cold rush of air hit him like a ghost, as the door swung open. At first he thought it was a spirit, with its deathly pale skin and long black hair.

Then he realized who it was. It was Charlotte.

Her long wet black hair covered her entire face except for her right eyes. Her backpack was dripping wet, so was her blue and black windbreaker and white nightgown. She was clutching her right arm as blood dripped onto the floor.

She collapsed. She would have hit the floor if Peter hadn't caught her. He noticed her purple ankle and gash on her forehead.

"Guys!" he shouted. He slid one arm under her knees and the other supporting her head. He carried her over to the couch in the lobby.

oXoXoXo

Charlotte woke up on a couch. She had a pillow under her head, and a few blankets over her sore body. Her socks, shoes, windbreaker and backpack were on a nearby chair.

She sat up with great difficulty. Her arm felt like it was sliced open. Oh wait, it was. She looked down at her arm. It was bandaged from her wrist to her forearm. She shook her head trying to rid herself of the painful memory.

She felt something cold. She reached over to the edge the blankets and pulled them back. Her ankle was swollen and was bandaged. There was an ice pack on it. It looked like someone had changed two minutes ago.

Charlotte gazed around her surroundings. She was in the firehouse. She remembered that.

She noticed Ray who was one foot away from her. He was sitting on an old fold out lawn chair with tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry Charlotte. I'm so, so sorry."

"It's okay," she said. She wasn't sure what he was apologizing for. "It's not your fault."

"Charlotte-," was all he could muster before another tear rolled down his cheek.

She pulled the blue covers off her with her left arm. She put her feet on the carpet. 'Carpet?' she thought as she looked at the floor.

Spot was sleeping right next to the couch. His head jerked his head up and he licked her toes. She patted his head.

Ray quickly got up and held her arm. "You sprained your ankle. It's probably not a good idea to walk on it. I'll carry you instead." He picked her the way Peter had done.

In a different chair, one very close to Ray's, was Peter was softly snoring.

Charlotte motioned with her head for Ray to carry her over to Peter.

Spot put his paw on the arm of the chair that Peter was sitting at. Spot put his face two inches from Peter's.

"Peter, Peter," Charlotte gently nudged him.

He opened his eyes. He was staring into the eyes of a demon dog. He screamed and fell over.

He got up into a sitting position and looked up. "Hey ghost girl. How are you feeling?"

"Fine. And you?" she asked.

"I've had better mornings," said Peter, glancing at Spot. Spot licked his face apologetically. He wiped his wet face.

"Charlotte?" asked Ray. There were no tears on his face, but you could tell more threatened to fall. "Are you hungry?"

Charlotte gazed at his face. No one had ever cared about her so much. That she could remember. "Yes."

Being careful not to bang Charlotte's foot on the handrail, Ray quickly walked over to the stairs and walked up them.

Charlotte leaned her head on his shoulder. She had never felt so safe in her whole life.

Charlotte and the Ghostbusters were silently eating breakfast up stairs.

Peter looked up from his eggs. He wiped his mouth with his napkin before saying. "Why aren't we, you know, working?"

"Isn't it obvious?" asked Ray. "We're eating breakfast."

Charlotte, who had been picking at her eggs for quite some time, looked up. Remembering the event that happen last night, she whispered something in Spot's ear. He stood on all fours and jumped over the handrail. He landed gracefully on the hardwood floor. He ran over to her backpack and took the handles into his mouth. He dashed up the stairs.

When Spot reached the table, he put Charlotte's backpack at her feet.

She picked it up and unzipped it. She pulled the book out and set it on the middle of the table. It had her mark on it. She sat her backpack on the floor, before breaking down. Charlotte quickly grabbed her napkin, wiping her tears.

Ray who was sitting next Charlotte. Put his arm around her shoulders. Spot put his head on her lap and whimpered.

Egon picked up the book and examined it, while Peter shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He felt somewhat guilty for bringing it up. He thought he would cheer her up with a joke. "What did the ghost drink for breakfast?"

"Peter I hardly think this is the time…" said Egon.

"Hold on, I want to see if she knows," insisted Peter.

Charlotte shrugged not looking up.

"Coffee with scream and sugar," he answered.

"That's an awful joke," she replied smiling a little. Her crying secede to sniffles.

"Charlotte what happen?" asked Egon.

She sighed. "I woke up in the middle of the night. As I usually do. And I saw the ring on the table. It was glowing. And I don't know why, but I felt this need to put it on. Voices whispered in my ear to put it on. So I did. The next thing I knew, I was in my old bedroom,"

oXoXoXo

Flashback:

The door slammed shut. Two figures dressed in black robes stepped, or rather floated from the shadows. One of the figures grabbed Eleanor. Another made a grab at Charlotte. She backed out of the way. She began to panic. She had never fought her own battles before.

Charlotte's snapped from side to side, looking for a way out. Eleanor's screams hit an ear shattering volume before the figure that was holding her knocked her out by hitting her over the head with a club. The other figure floated near her.

She gave a sideways glance between the figure and the window. 'The window,' she thought before diving head first at the open curtain.

Glass shattered around her as she flew out of the window. She felt a stinging in her right arm. With her left she did her best to protect her face. Another piece of glass flew past her forehead. Slicing it.

Charlotte landed in the green hedges surrounding the church. She rolled of the hedge and landed in the wet grass. Mud, water, and blood soaked her night gown.

Charlotte stumbled to her feet. Her left ankle hurt badly. She heard the front door to the church open, she limped to a nearby tree and stood still.

The two figures in black floated out of the church, still carrying a knocked out Eleanor and headed for the graveyard.

She realized that she was still holding the book. She slipped the picture into her pocket. She slowly took off her backpack. Every movement hurt. It landed on the ground with light thud. She unzipped it and placed the book inside. Charlotte painfully put it back on.

She slowly limped back to the firehouse.

oXoXoXo

Charlotte had completely stopped crying. There was no need for tears. She was angry. However, nothing hit the wall and Peter wasn't slapped. "My ghosts have abandoned me," she spoke darkly.

Egon was examining the book. The book was held by a simple latch. He tried to open it. It felt like it was being held by glue, or cement.

"I think I might have some tools in the lab," he thought out loud, before standing up and walking down the stairs.

Charlotte whispered into Spots ear. He lied down on the floor. She sat down on his back. He rose. She was riding him like a pony. A pony with fangs that is. She whispered something in his ear. He began to trot toward the bathroom.

oXoXoXo

Egon, Ray, and Peter had tried every tool, maneuver, and skill they could think of to get the book open, and also tried not to damage the book. It looked like it had had better days. They had started to get frustrated a long time ago.

Finally Peter snapped. He grabbed a hammer from one of the tool boxes. He was about to smash the lock, when Ray pulled him back.

"I think a break is in order," said Egon, noticing the fussiness of his friends.

The three Ghostbusters headed up the stairs. They walked up to the kitchen to get a snack.

Charlotte and Spot descended into the lab wearing fresh clothes. She needed Egon or Ray or Peter for that matter to change her bandages. They had gotten wet when she took a shower. The only thing that had not gotten wet was her ankle.

Spot slowly carried her down the stairs.

When reached the bottom of the stairs, she dismounted him and limped over to the table. She sat down with a huff. She noticed the book on the table.

Charlotte picked it up. It was lighter than she remembered; falling out a window will do that to you. She noticed that it was still locked. Being the Ghostbusters she figured that it would be open by now.

She touched the lock and it clicked open.