The next morning, people were picking up their pieces and continuing to clean up the messes. However, there was a slow, somber feel to it, not a rushed feel that would be sensed when a person's parents were coming over. Then again, you can only move cars and debris so quickly. Gabby was still in her jumpsuit. Her clothes underneath felt sweaty and she was glad that the jumpsuit hid the smell of what she called her "panic sweat." She speed-walked by an area of formally-drying cement that had demon claw and face prints embedded into it. She hopped over a mighty stream of water barreling out of a hydrant.

Those problems can be easily fixed, she thought. They tended to happen even when a demonic ruckus wasn't going on. Her parent's business, on the other hand, was another story.

She put on the same serious, professional face as she did when she normally busted ghosts. She was both prepared and not prepared to see the wreckage.

When she arrived at Raul's Shoes, she found broken windows and a crooked sign. When she ran inside, there were strewn papers all over the counter and shoes that were out of their boxes and strewn around as well. Some were ripped but many were fine… or at least the ones that weren't stolen were fine. Gabby had to imagine that those shoes wound up either in a random part of the city or inside of a ghost trap along with the demon wearing them.

Raul and Izzy were too busy cleaning up shoes and making minor repairs in the walls to notice Gabby.

"Oh, Mama, Oh, Papa," said Gabby. She couldn't help but have a little bit of an emotional response, professionalism be damned.

"It's not so bad, Habichuela," said Izzy, "Not as bad as what could have been. This is better than the building burning down."

"I wouldn't say it's better," said Raul, "Our insurance covers Acts of God. I'm not so sure they cover Acts of The Devil!"

Funny, thought Gabby. She thought of something similar at one point. Like father, like daughter.

"Well, now that you're here, maybe you can help your mama and papa clean up?"

Maybe her mother was right after all. It all could have been worse. Like many good mothers, Izzy worried about Gabby. However, she often ended up having a glass-half-full perspective when the worst DID happen. And she still managed to be like this in a world where ghosts and demons were real and posed an equally real threat. Her parents as a unit were both stern and joyful, realist and optimist (or was pessimism the opposite of optimism? How can something have two opposites?). Her parents were opposites that worked well together, like magnets.

Gabby spotted two of the same shoe near the box that they came from and put them back. It was a start.

Her mother went into the back room while her father kept applying plaster to holes in the wall that may or may not have been there before the demons attacked.

"So what is it that you did during this craziness?" he asked.

As mildly annoyed as Gabby was with explaining things more than once, she was happy to do this with her father. Now she knew how he must have felt when trying to explain things to HER back in the day.

"I guarded The Containment Unit," said Gabby, "It's the place where the ghosts are stored after they have been trapped. All sorts of ghosts and monsters live there so it is a bad idea to mess with this unit."

"Well… I didn't see any other demons besides the ones that tied us up and destroyed the shoe store… so, for what it's worth, you did a fine job at guarding this… Containment Unit."

Gabby didn't wish for her father's approval. She wanted to work on believing in herself. But she could take a tiny break in working on her self confidence and have her heart warmed by this compliment. For the first time that morning, she smiled. That evil witch couldn't put shade in THIS bright spot.

"Uh… RAUL?!" said Izzy from the back room.

"Yes, Izzy?" asked Raul.

"There's a tiger in the back room. Come see for yourself."

Gabby and Raul rushed to the backroom to see that Izzy wasn't going crazy. Right there in front of them was a Bengal tiger that had escaped from the zoo. He was pawing through the inventory in his feline curiosity, making grumbling noises all the while.

Izzy was frozen in terror but Raul somehow knew what to say.

"Hey!" he said.

The tiger lifted his head and looked at the man. He gave a powerful roar in protest. Gabby flinched but it became clear that the tiger was more interested in throwing a hissy fit than he was in attacking any of them.

"If you're going to hang around here, I don't want you dilly-dallying! I want you cleaning up, ¿Lo entiendes?"

That was Raul for you. He never wanted funny business, even if it was in the form of a live tiger.

Later on, the Ghostbusters were relaxing in front of the TV after a stressful press conference. Egon never liked being expected to say something while lights were flashing from cameras and as many microphones as possible were pointed at him. But as the so-called Smartest Person in the Group, he was expected to do most of the talking. Not only that, he was expected to not be too pessimistic in his outlook, to be "media-friendly." After all, nobody would want to hire The Ghostbusters if they didn't believe that they could stop ANY supernatural threat.

Egon stood behind the couch while the television news was blaring. Peter and Ray lounged on the couch, something that they deserved after such a tough night. Winston and Gabby were lounging on the other couch. Slimer was on the edge of that couch gnawing in nervousness and getting slime on the upholstery.

A man with brown hair and glasses was on the television reading from his notes

"This is Danny 'The Man' Riordan bringing you the latest on New York City's situation," said the man (or should we say "Danny 'The Man?'"). "The demonic plague that rained from the sky last night has caused millions of dollars of damage throughout the city. So far, the death toll is…" Danny stopped reading and looked at his notes, only to find that the information wasn't there. He then gave a disgruntled look to somebody off screen. "WHERE is the death toll?"

"We don't have it!" said the man off screen.

"What do you mean we don't have it?" asked Danny.

"The fax machine that was supposed to deliver that message was destroyed by the demons!"

Danny sighed and rearranged his papers. "God damnit, the excuses around here. If it isn't one thing, it's another." He then looked back at the camera and slapped a television-friendly smile back on his face. "Like I was saying, the death toll of this disaster is… somewhere between zero and many. Although cleanup efforts have been successful and without issue, several zoo animals still remain at large."

The news then showed footage of a polar bear swimming in a hotel swimming pool, two spider monkeys drawing on the walls of an art store and a couple of animal control officers trying to swipe a parrot from a tree using a long net. The parrot was a happy-looking rainbow macaw just perched there, not minding the commotion around him.

"And it seems that the demons gave at least one of them a potty mouth," said Dan.

"RAWK!" said the parrot, "Several guys did your mom last night!" He then ended the statement with a melodic whistle.

Back in the TV room, Peter slapped his knees and leaned forward in protest.

"What the Hell?!" he said, "I taught the bird that phrase and the demons get all the credit?!"

"So YOU'RE the reason why they aren't allowed to display that parrot to the public anymore," said Egon.

"It was for science, you see."

Back in the newsroom, Dan was talking to someone off-screen.

"Did we get that censored, Barry 'The Woodchuck' Jefferson?" he asked.

"I'm afraid not, Dan," said Barry from off-screen, "It happened live, so the toothpaste is out of the tube."

Dan was once more annoyed.

"The FCC is going to have our asses for this," he grumbled. He then looked up, put on a neutral look and continued his reporting.

While the news program was still going, Egon noticed that Gabby was sulking and sort of wincing as if she had swallowed something poisonous. She hadn't said anything for the entire time that they were watching TV.

"Everyone?" She said.

"Yeah, Gabs?" Said Ray.

"Before I busted one of the demons, I learned some shocking information from him."

The other ghostbusters were all ears. The television mind as well have been inaudible buzzing for how little they paid attention to it just then.

"What did you learn?" asked Winston.

"That demon told me that Yasmine set up that entire night to weed out all of the weaker demons so that the strongest remain. These strongest demons are going to be the ones to attack on Halloween Night."

Everyone gasped and looked at each other.

"And I'm pretty sure we didn't get every demon, so her plan worked." She spoke these words with utmost sorrow.

"You waited until AFTER the press conference to drop this bombshell?!" said Peter.

Egon couldn't help but feel sympathy for this new ghostbuster. She had gone through so much and she didn't need Peter to be yelling at her.

"Peter, calm down," said Egon, "She didn't feel ready to relay this information and the last thing that the public needs right now is more bad news."

Gabby's tension visibly eased.

"Thanks, Egon," she said, "You put in words what I couldn't at this moment."

"You need to save those words for your spells," said Egon with little humor in his voice.

"I guess this means that we need to get those college students back," said Ray.

"They do need the extra money and the extra credit," said Winston. "We're going to have to get Janine to make a lot of phone calls."

Egon felt hurried at that moment. He had put in so much work into figuring out the demons and their motives and now he had this new task. However, he felt like he did all that he could do. He hoped that the new proton packs and the sheer number of people fighting this next set of demons would do the trick. At least there would be fewer of these demons. Maybe his mind needed a rest for now.

The five of them continued to watch the news program.

"However, not every part of the city was affected equally," said Danny "The Man" Riordan, "We go live to Caroline 'Strawberry Fields' Solveig in Greenwich Village. Caroline?"

"Everybody on this news program has a nickname," said Ray.

The television screen went to a blonde woman wearing a pink blazer standing on a sidewalk of Greenwich Village. There were no broken windows and there was no more garbage than there would have been if the demons hadn't attacked.

"Thanks, Dan," said Caroline, "I am here in Greenwich Village, which was mysteriously unaffected by last night's onslaught of demons. Experts are at a loss to explain why this is, but maybe we can get some idea by talking to the patrons in this part of the city. Sir, why do you think Greenwich Village remains unharmed by last night's demons?"

The woman approached a man with long hair and a bandana. He seemed disheveled but not in a negative way, more like in a relaxed way, like he woke from a nap.

"I dunno, Man," he responded, "There are some, like, mysterious forces in this neck of the woods. WoooOOOoo." He wiggled his fingers as he made his ghostly noises.

"Well, there you have it," said Caroline as she looked back at the camera, "Mysterious forces. Back to you, Dan."

Meanwhile, back in the lounging area, Gabby leaned forward and started to pay more attention.

"He may be on to something, there," she said.

"Or he could be high as a kite," said Peter.

"True… but there is no doubt that SOMETHING protected that neighborhood and I'm almost certain that it was magic. The esoteric store that I visit is located there so I know that it's a hotspot for witches."

"I say we should go there," said Ray, "I'm always up for a trip to that store."

"Ray, admit it," said Winston, "You want to OWN that store."

"All right, guilty as charged."

Egon was surprised that Ray didn't blush when saying this. But at this point, Egon was ready for anything. If what Gabby said was true, he was going to expect more weirdness. But this wasn't going to be the violent weirdness that the city had experienced. This was going to be the "wow, I didn't know that this interesting thing was happening out of sight" kind of weirdness. He was hoping that this was the case.