I gave Peter a bear hug. "It's so good to see you!" Then I pulled back, giving him the once-over. "You've gotten grey on us, Venkman," I remarked.

Peter's dark hair had indeed turned quite grey. Unlike the rest of us, however, he had managed to stay scrawny, and his smug face and demeanor remained much the same. I was so glad that none of us had changed much in fifteen years.

Peter snorted. "And you've gotten kind of wide, blondie. But I'm a gentleman, so I won't mention that."

I smacked his arm playfully. "You sure haven't lost your charm over the years, I see."

"Of course not." Peter smirked at me.

"Pete! It's great to see you!" Ray greeted. "How'd know where we were?"

Peter shook his head. "Who doesn't know where you are? It's all over the news: 'Ghostbusters Back in Business, Ectomobile Sighted at White House.' You guys really know how to make a comeback. What the hell's going on anyway?"

Suddenly, my thrill from seeing Peter turned to ire as I realized that I was ticked off at him for refusing to help us before. "Well you'd know that you had come to help when we called!" I snapped.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," said Peter, holding up his hands in defense. "What's with all this hostility, kid?"

"We needed your help, Peter! And you just blew us off like we were nothing! And now that the storm clouds are cleared, you return to save the day and get the glory?" I accused. "Screw you!"

"Look, Jennifer, I'm sorry," said Peter, sounding sincere for one of the few times in his life. "But I have a wife and two sons and they can't get in trouble just because their old man wants to relive his glory days."

My temper dropped a bit. "I know. I was scared too, Pete. I wanted to protect my daughter. But I came anyway. I came for my family. Don't we matter to you at all?"

Peter threw up his arms. "Of course you guys matter! You think I'd be here if you didn't? Here I am, putting myself in danger of getting arrested by Peck again and that's not good enough-"

"Wait," I stopped him. "You mean...you haven't heard Peck was fired?"

"He was?" Peter asked confusedly.

I nodded. "President Lenny fired him because he tried to arrest Ray and Egon."

"Oh," said Peter. "That's good news."

I looked down at the ground, a little ashamed that I'd yelled at him. "I'm sorry, Pete."

"I am too. You're right, I should've been there," Peter apologized.

I smiled and hugged him. "Well, you're here now. That's all that matters."

"Alright! The gang's all here!" cheered Ray.

"It's great that you're here, Peter," said Egon. "But now we need to get back to New York and close that cross rip."

I nodded. "Let's go, guys. It's time to save the world again."

We pulled up in front of Central Park. We all got out and grabbed our uniforms. I pushed my arms through the sleeves of my coveralls. "Hello, old friend," I found myself whispering to it.

"Talking to yourself, princess?" Peter sneered.

I rolled my eyes. "Of course not, Pete. I'm talking to my clothes."

"Oh, I see," Peter nodded. "That makes sense."

I started to zip myself up, but I discovered that I could barely do it. "Uh, did somebody wash my suit on cold or something?" I asked the rest of the guys.

"It's not just you, Jenny," Ray grunted as he struggled with his own zipper. "I think we've all put on a little weight in fifteen years."

"Too many Twinkies," I said, shooting Egon a small grin. He smiled a little himself.

"Alright, so what's the plan?" asked Winston.

I rolled my eyes. "Winston, you ought to know better than that. We never have a plan; we just improvise."

"Good point," mused Winston.

We pulled on our packs. "Okay, guys. Where's the rip?" Peter asked.

"This way," said Egon. He and Ray started walking away; Peter, Winston, and I in pursuit.

The wind was whipping up a storm. It blew my hair around. I was thankful it was short.

Egon and Ray reached some trees. Ray peeked through them. "Oh my God."

"What is it?" I asked worriedly.

Egon looked at me. "It's gotten bigger."

We proceeded through the trees. I gasped.

It was a giant black hole, at least twelve feet in diameter, hovering in mid-air. In the inside, it looked like the aerial view of a tornado, spinning like a vortex.

I could see why Egon had said it was "expanding at a rapidly accelerating rate." Before my very eyes, the edges of the hole were shimmering and expanding. Soon, it would be bigger than a car. It almost was the size of one now.

I shuddered. "I wouldn't want to meet this thing in a dark alley." Egon patted my shoulder, the way he always used to when I was upset. I felt my heart skip a beat, like I was a little schoolgirl with a crush or something.

"We have to close that thing immediately," called Ray over the breeze. "There's no telling if something's already escaped through it."

"And just how the hell do we do that?" asked Peter.

"I...I don't know!" Ray admitted. "It's not like we can trap it, or even disperse the molecules into the atmosphere."

"Well, there has to be some way to undo the cross rip." I looked at Egon. "What should we do?"

Egon paused, deep in thought. Despite the seriousness of the situation, I can't help but note how cute he was when he was thinking. "I'm not sure how to say this," he said carefully, "but there's only one way I know of to close this rip."

"What's that, Egghead?" Peter inquired.

"We have to reverse the particle flow." Egon gave Ray a knowing look.

Ray's eyes widened. "No way, Spengs. You can't be serious...we barely came out alive the last time."

"What?" I asked. "What is it?"

"Jennifer, do you remember the last time we had an interdimensional gateway?" Egon said gravely.

"Yeah, when we fought Goz-" I stopped short as I remembered our big adventure from 1984. "Oh, hell no! Not that old bit! Are you nuts? We'll be killed!"

"Not necessarily," Egon said quickly. "There's definitely a very slim chance we'll survive."

"Alright, you would you three professors tell me what's going on?" Peter exclaimed.

"Three guesses, Venky," I said. "Here's a hint: try to imagine all life as you know it stopping instantaneously and every molecule in your body exploding at the speed of light."

Peter thought for a moment. "Oh...right. That."

"That's right," I said, nodding. "We have to cross the streams...again."

The five of us stared at each other.

"Hey, who says it turn out badly?" said Ray, trying to generate some hope. "I mean, we lived the last time, right? And all that got destroyed was the roof of a building and a hundred foot marshmallow."

"I hope you're right, Ray," I said nervously.

"Let's just get this over with," said Winston. He fired his stream, straight into the center of the black hole.

I sighed and let mine go too. Peter, Ray, and Egon followed suit. "Okay, let's get 'em together!" yelled Ray over the roar of the streams.

We pulled our wands together and the five individual streams formed one super-stream. I looked up from our work to see that the hole appeared to be shrinking. "It's working!" I cried.

The diameter was increasing slowly but surely. It was ten feet...nine feet...

"Okay, shut off the streams when I give the signal!" shouted Ray.

Seven feet...six feet...

"Get ready... get ready..." My finger inched toward the switch, ready to turn it off at a moment's notice. Three feet...two feet...

"Get ready...ready..." Twelve inches...six...

"Ready...NOW!" he yelled just as the minute rip was closing. I flicked the switch and jerked my wand away from the others.

With a loud whoosh, the hole closed itself and disappeared.

I froze for a few seconds, waiting for some sort of explosion. But it was silent, except for some birds chirping and the wind, which had gone down to a slight breeze.

"Well that wasn't such a chore, now was it?" asked Ray cheerfully.

"Yeah," I said, a little surprised. "I can't believe I'm going to say this, but that was...easy."

"Wasn't so hard," Peter mused.

"We had the tools, we had the talent!" Winston said happily.

I was about to start laughing from relief when suddenly, a cold clammy feeling came over me. "Uhhhh," I moaned, feeling weak in the knees.

"Jennifer? What is it?" Egon asked concernedly.

"I...I don't know," I groaned. "I just felt something for a second...I think there's something here."

Egon's eyebrows knit together. He pulled out his PKE meter and studied it for a second. "Shit!" he spat.

"Spengy! What is it?" Ray asked.

"She's right. Something escaped through the rip," Egon stated. "We were too late."

"What is it?" asked Winston.

"I can't tell. These readings are too high for the meter to configure. It's never had to tackle such high levels of psychokinetic energy before," Egon answered. "Whatever it is, it's not good."

"So what are we talking?" Peter inquired. "Class Six? Class Seven?"

Egon looked at him. "Try Class Nine."

I gasped. "Not even Gozer was that high! What the hell are we dealing with?"

Suddenly a moan issued from behind in some language I'd never heard before. We whirled around. "Holy...shit!" I hissed.

Not sure how this chapter turned out, I wrote it at like five am this morning. Whatever.