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Jennifer

I pushed open the door to Weaver Hall, where Egon was working now. "Old place hasn't changed a bit," I muttered to myself.

After the day, when I'd said what I'd said to Egon, about him not having a family, I could tell I'd hit a nerve. I'd felt awful. I had made up my mind to make it right.

I passed a couple of kids walking down the hall. "Excuse me," I asked them. "Could you tell where Dr. Spengler's office is?"

"Oh, no problem," said the girl in a deep voice, slightly Brooklyn accented. She was short and slender, with shoulder length, choppy black hair, dark eye shadow and black lipstick-definitely a Goth. She pointed to a door. "It's back there."

"Thanks," I replied, beginning to walk away, but the tall Hispanic boy with the earring stopped me. "You his girlfriend or something?" he asked me incredulously.

I laughed. "I'm not cool enough to be Dr. Spengler's girlfriend."

The Hispanic boy snorted. "Dr. Spengler? Cool?"

The Goth girl elbowed him in the ribs. "Dr. Spengler is cool, Eduardo! He used to be a Ghostbuster!" Then she turned back to me, scrutinizing me. "Hey, weren't you one too?"

I smiled and nodded. "Been a long time since I've been recognized as that." I stuck out my hand. "Dr. Jennifer Colby."

The girl shook my hand. "Kylie Griffin," she introduced, "and this is Eduardo Rivera."

Eduardo ran his fingers through his hair smoothly. "I'm a scientist," he bragged.

Kylie snorted. "In your dreams."

"Are you two students of Dr. Spengler?" I asked them.

"Yeah," replied Eduardo. "We've been studying so we can figure out what Kylie is."

"Ugh!" Kylie threw her arms in the air. "I am not Vampira!"

"Yipe!" squealed Eduardo as Kylie chased him out of the building. I shook my head and kept walking.

The door to the parapsychology lab, I noted, had changed. Ray and Peter's names had been removed a long time ago, along with the graffiti someone had scrawled once on the door, "VENKMAN BURN IN HELL." Now, only "Parapsychology Dept." and "Dr. Egon Spengler, Ph.D" remained.

I tentatively wrapped on the door. "Come in!" called a voice from the other side.

I opened the door and stuck my head in. "Hi."

Egon looked up from his desk, surprisingly clean shaven. "Hello."

I came inside and shut the door behind me. Egon stood up and we hugged. "You shaved your beard?" I asked.

"I thought it made me look kind of old," Egon admitted.

I shrugged. "I didn't think so. In fact, I thought you looked kind of...rugged."

Egon blushed a little. "Really?"

"Sure," I said, smiling. "So, where are the packs?"

"I'll get them." Egon stepped into another room.

I turned my eyes around the room. It was hard to think that I'd been here twenty three years ago, getting tested to see if I was psychic.

I wandered over to a bookshelf. Let's see what you've been reading lately, Dr. Spengler, I thought.

I looked at each of the books. They were all fairly standard for a parapsychologist: Spates Catalog; Tobin's Spirit Guide; Leon Sundinger's Magicians, Martyrs, and Madmen; Twilight...wait, what?

Egon came back in. "The packs are back here. Everything's set up."

I turned to him with an eyebrow raised. I pointed to the shelf. "Seriously? Twilight?"

"I use it for my research on vampires," Egon answered a little sheepishly.

"Right." I rolled my eyes. "Let's go check the packs."

It'd been about an hour. Egon and I had been hard at work. I'd thought about trying to make conversation, but I'd decided that Egon probably had his mind on his work, so I should too. Besides, I could apologize later.

I was pawing through the wires in one of the proton packs when suddenly, I noticed that one of the wires inside had broken. "Hey, Egon," I called. "Come here."

Egon came over and squatted beside me. "What is it?"

I pointed to the wire. "Look at this."

"Look at what?" he asked.

"This." I pointed again.

"I don't see it."

"How can you not-ow!" As I had turned to look at him, I'd ended up banging my head into his. "Oh, I'm sorry!" I exclaimed.

"It's fine." He winced as he touched his head cautiously where I'd hit him. "Are you okay?"

I giggled a little. "I'm okay. Are you?"

He nodded, smiling a little himself. "Yeah. Why don't we take a break?"

"I second that," I agreed.

So we stood up and headed into the main office. I grabbed my purse and pulled a couple of Twinkies out. "Want one?" I offered to Egon.

He smiled, taking one from me. "You remembered."

"Of course I did." Then I paused. This would be as good a time as any to apologize. "Listen, Egon. About what I said yesterday...I'm so sorry. You know I didn't mean it."

He shook his head. "You were just stating a fact. And you were right: I don't have a family."

"Maybe, but I still hurt your feelings..." My voice trailed off. "Come to think of it, why didn't you ever get married?"

He blinked. My question had caught him off guard. "I guess I just didn't find the right girl," he finally answered.

"You mean, you never met anyone you wanted?" I asked.

"Well..." he turned away from me. "There was one."

My eyes widened. "What happened?"

"I waited too long. And she married someone else."

I think I knew who he was talking about: Janine. I walked over to him and placed my hand on his shoulder. "Egon. Can I tell you something?"

Egon nodded slowly.

I took a breath. "Look. I've always considered Ray to be my best friend out of you guys. But now that I think of it, he really wasn't. I mean, yeah, we were close, but Ray's close to everyone. You, on the other hand, have always been there for me. You're always the first one I come to with a problem and you always listen. You've never been afraid to tell me the truth about anything. You, Egon Spengler, are in fact my best friend. You're sweet and handsome and intelligent...this girl, whoever she may have been, must've been a real idiot not to notice what was right in front of her. You're gonna find somebody someday who deserves you."

He looked at me straight in the eyes. "You think so?" he whispered.

I smiled. "I know so."

Egon continued to stare at me.

After a few seconds, I realized he wasn't just looking at me because I was there, or because we were talking. He was looking for some other reason. It was strange. I hadn't been looked like at that since...Alex.

Oh my God, as realization came over me.

Egon hadn't been talking about Janine at all. Egon had been talking about...about...me.

1996

I signed my name to the divorce documents. Jennifer Wilcox.

Won't be Wilcox for long, I thought. After the divorce was final, I would be changing my name back to Colby.

I walked out of the courthouse, trying to ignore the fact that my vision was becoming blurry or that the corners of my eyes was stinging. I blinked hard. I would not cry. I refused to cry.

I looked up to realize that a man was standing there on the sidewalk. I hadn't seen him five years or so. He looked much the same-same dark brown hair that stood straight up; same wire-rim glasses; same deep chocolate-colored eyes...

"E-Egon?" I sniffled. "What are you doing here?"

"I heard about you and Alex," he said. "I thought you might need a friend."

"But," I quickly wiped my eye. "But we're not supposed to-to see each oth-oh, Egon!" Before I knew it, I was running into his arms and sobbing into his sweater vest. I'd been on the edge of tears for a few weeks now, and Egon's unexpected yet welcome presence had pushed me over. "Why?" I wailed.

Egon wrapped his arms around me. "It's okay," he said softly.

"Why, Egon?" I whimpered. "Why did he cheat on me? Why wasn't I enough for him?"

He cupped my hands in his face. "Listen, Jenny," he whispered.

He called me Jenny, I couldn't help but think. He's never called me Jenny before. Only Ray ever called me Jenny.

"Alex cheated on you because he was ashamed of himself," Egon continued. "He knew he wasn't worthy of someone as remarkable as you."

I shook my head fervently, tears pouring down my cheeks. "I'm sorry, but I don't believe that. I'm not special, I'm just...me."

"Yes, you are," agreed Egon. "You really have no idea of how amazing you are. You're smart and funny and beautiful...Alex knew he didn't deserve you. That's why he did what he did."

Surprisingly, I knew he was telling me the truth. And if it had been anyone else telling me these things, I wouldn't have believed them. But it was Egon.

I sniffed and tried to smile, even though my heart was breaking. "Thank you. Thank you, Egon. For being here for me."

I kissed him on the cheek and slowly walked away. I wouldn't see him again for another eleven years.

I blinked, shaking myself out of my epiphany. Egon and I were still standing there, staring at each other. My heart was racing. "Listen," I said slowly. "I have to go home...Alice will be home from school soon and I have to make dinner."

Egon nodded. "Go."

I turned. As much as I was scared to be there another minute, I didn't want to leave either.

Outside Weaver Hall, I climbed into my car. The radio automatically started playing. It was one of my current favorite songs, "Fallin' For You" by Colbie Caillat. I've been waiting all my life an' now I find you, I don't know what to do-

I quickly switched off the radio. That was one song I definitely didn't need to hear right now.

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