It was Janine who drove Egon out to the Hope Bridge that evening, a full moon low on the horizon and three feet of snow on the ground.
The snowplow which unintentionally led the way gave him time to think as he watched the high, arching rooster tails of snow fly out from either side of the huge truck as it lumbered down the street ahead of them, leaving salt and sand in it's wake.
Or rather, it would have, had Janine not taken this as an opportunity to tell Egon exactly how she felt about his checking himself out of the hospital against his doctor's wishes, and showing up at the door of the cheap hotel she'd been stranded in for the last day or so no thanks to the early blizzard she'd driven up in.
"…are you even listening to me?"
"Huh?"
"I SAID, you gave the flu to everybody, and I'm not feeling so hot myself."
Egon had to admit that after walking three blocks from the hospital, that when he'd knocked on the door of the cheap motel room Peter, Ray and Winston were camping out in until the weather settled down, all he'd gotten was a moan and the sound of a toilet flushing.
The frowsy curtain on the outside window then twitched, followed by a hand shakily flipping him the bird.
Obviously that had been Peter.
Janine stood in the doorway of the room next door, watching him the whole time, "Don't bother, it's been like that ALL NIGHT – and what the hell are you doing out of the hospital?"
Egon's immediate answer to that was a loud wet sneeze.
Wiping off her glasses, Janine handed him a box of tissues and then let him in to her Oprah blaring room.
Thirty minutes passed before grumbling, Janine came out in her winter coat and boots and started digging out the beat up yellow le Car that replaced the red Beetle Ray had accidentally demolished earlier during what at first had seemed an earthquake in downtown Manhattan.
Two hours later Egon found himself crammed into the little vehicle, tissue box in hand and knees pressed against the dashboard, the back seat overflowing with what gear he had managed to retrieve from Ecto 1 (which was buried up to the roof rack from when an earlier snowplow had gone past) regretting that he'd forgotten that Janine didn't so much DRIVE her car as AIM it – snarling at other drivers while standing on the horn.
The driver of the snowplow ignored Janine, refusing to speed up his huge yellow truck, flashing lights and all. However, a hand using the same gesture as Peter's came out of the driver's side window when she leaned out the cracked window of the leCar and screamed Brooklyn Height's endearment at him as she passed him at the Hope Bridge turnoff.
The little yellow car with the wired on bumper skidded to a sideways halt, knocking over several flashing orange barrels.
Egon got out, having decided that though the street department had been unable to clear the bridge thanks to it's being haunted, walking through thirty six inches of uncleared snow to where he had been nearly electrocuted three days before wasn't a problem.