Denise drove Dana and Peter back to the apartment. During the whole ride, Peter tried to strike up conversations with Dana, openly flirting with her. As annoying as it was to Denise, Dana didn't seem to mind it all that much. She could tell he was trying to be charming.

After Denise parked the car, Dana led them up to her apartment on the 22nd floor. Dana opened the door very cautiously until Peter pushed it open,

"Please, let me", he said. "If something's going to happen here, I want it to happen to me first."

Dana and Denise watched as Peter quickly opened the closet door checking to see if there was anything there.

"That's the closet", Dana said.

He ignored her as he went into the living room and looked at the piano. He lifted the lid and began pressing the keys rapidly.

"They hate this. I like to torture them."

Peter moved on leaving Dana and Denise to watch him skeptically.

"That's right, boys", he said loudly. "It's Dr. Venkman."

"I'm starting to question the Dr. part", Denise whispered.

"Excuse me?" Peter asked.

"Nothing", she said. "So far I think you're a quack. In the days I've seen you, I haven't seen you do anything scientific or heard you say anything smart. You have got to be one of the laziest scientists I have ever known."

"Well, thanks for the compliment."

The girls watched as Peter took his equipment and began spraying around while looking at the details of the apart.

"Lot of space", he said turning to Dana. "Just you?"

"Yes", she answered.

"Good", he said going back to spraying.

"What is that thing you're doing?" Dana asked.

"It's technical. It's one of our little toys."

"I see", she said with a smile on her face."

Denise smiled as she watched the two. It was clear Dana had taken a liking to Peter. She chuckled as she watched Peter going into another room.

"That's the bedroom", Dana said. "But nothing ever happened in there."

"What a crime", Peter said closing the door.

"Denise is right", Dana said. "You don't act like a scientist."

"They're usually pretty stiff."

"You're more like a game show host."

Peter didn't know what to say to that when he saw she wasn't smiling anymore. Denise smiled and shrugged as he looked to her for help. Deciding to get straight to business, he turned to the kitchen.

"That's the kitchen?"

The three went to the kitchen seeing groceries that had been left on the counter and old rotten eggs on the counter.

"Dana", Peter said. "Are these the eggs?"

"Yes", she answered. "I was over there and these eggs just jumped right out of their shells are started to cook on the counter."

"How is that possible?" Denise asked.

"I don't know."

"That is weird", Peter said admitting.

"And that's when I started to hear that awful noise coming from the refrigerator."

Instead of immediately checking the refrigerator, Peter instead checked the eggs and the groceries. Dana was finally fed up with his shenanigans.

"Dr. Venkman, you've come all this way", she said. "Would you like to check the refrigerator?"

"I'll check the fridge", he said.

Denise and Dana watched as he opened the refrigerator door a crack. Dana backed away scared.

"Oh my god", Peter murmured.

"Do you see anything?" Denise asked.

He opened the refrigerator finding nothing but food. Dana looked shocked an annoyed while Denise looked relieved.

"Look at all the junk food!" he said.

"No, goddamn it!" Dana said. "This wasn't here. There was nothing here. There was a space and a building or something with flames coming out of it. And there were creatures writhing around and they were growling and snarling. And there were flames, and I heard a voice say Zuul. It was right here!"

"I'm sorry", Peter said. "I'm just not getting any readings."

"Well, are you sure you're using that thing correctly?" Denise asked.

"I think so, but I'm sure there are no animals in there."

"Well, that's great", Dana sighed frustrated. "Either I have a monster in my kitchen or I'm completely crazy."

Peter smiled shaking his head.

"I don't think you're crazy", he said.

"Oh good, that makes me feel so much better", she said her voice heavy with sarcasm.

"Let me tell you something about myself", Peter said as he followed the girls into the living room. "I come home from work to my place and all I have is my work. There's nothing else in my life."

"Why do you need to tell us that, Peter?" Denise asked.

"Dr. Venkman…" Dana said.

"I meet you", he continued pointing at Dana. "And I say "my god, there's someone with the same problem I have."

"Yes, we both have the same problem", she said. "You."

Peter looked at Dana deciding to flirt with a totally new approached.

"I'm going to go for broke. I am madly in love with you."

"I don't believe this", Dana laughed. "Will you please leave?"

"And then she threw me out of her life", he said. "She thought I was a creep. She thought I was a geek and she probably wasn't the first."

"You are so odd", she said as she watched him walk toward the door.

"It's going to take a lot more than charm to win a girl over, Pete", Denise said.

Peter stopped before turning with a look of realization on his face. Dana saw it and immediately became tense.

"No…"

"I've got it!" he said.

"No, no, no."

"I'll prove myself to you."

"Oh, that's so romantic", Denise chuckled. "Just like in the storybooks."

"No, that's not necessary", Dana said.

"Yeah", Peter said. "I'll solve your little problem. And then you'll say "Pete Venkman's a guy who can get things done."

"Right", she said pushing him to the door.

"I wonder what makes him tick?" he continued.

"I wonder…"

"I wonder if he'd be interested in knowing what makes me tick?"

"Right."

"I'll bet you're going to be thinking about me after I'm gone", Peter finished.

"I bet I am", Dana said closing the door on him.

"No kiss?" he asked pushing himself back in.

Dana pushed him back and locked the door.

"Give it up, Peter", Denise said. "You're never going to win a girl over that way."

"Oh I don't know", Peter yelled through the door. "You mean like your obvious flirting with Ray?"

Denise gasped as Dana looked at her. Clearly she heard that.

"No", she gasped. "You're dating a Ghostbuster?"

"No", Denise mumbled. "But I want to."