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[gone_byebye]

September 1st, 2004
Mid-Afternoon
14 North Moore Street, Manhattan

A door opened in the side of the old Hook and Ladder No. 8 building, and two men stepped out. "Looks like home," Ray said, looking up with a slightly disgruntled expression at the huge ad for Keymaster Cologne painted on the side of a nearby building. "Welcome to New York City, sir. Pardon the smell- while we do have a police stable across the street from us, most of what's hitting your nostrils right now is the wonderful scent of burning petroleum, which we use to power our primary means of transportation. If you'll just step right this way..."

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"Nothing to forgive," says Egon. "The fault was mine. Dr. Stantz and I understand each other well enough that we rarely have to use complete sentences when discussing abstract concepts. It's more efficient for us, but a sloppy speech habit when someone else is involved."

The corners of his mouth twitch in the closest he ever gets to a smile. "If information elementals exist, they've probably been pressed into electronic service somewhere. Not that I would mind having access to such a spirit. For now, though, the library's upstairs; I can get us access to Columbia's full collection with two phone calls. I don't suppose there's any chance you read the Chinese language? The Museum of the Chinese in the Americas maintains a much bigger collection of books and lore than the general public ever knows about, and they're nearby."