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Sunday, September 30, 2002
55 Central Park West
26th Floor, Corner Penthouse
Morning
There was a rapid-fire knocking at the door of Dana Barrett’s apartment, a fact which caught her by surprise. Nobody she knew would be up and about much before noon on a Sunday, except to go out to breakfast or something similar. “Who is it?” she called.
“It’s Dr. Stantz, Ms. Barrett- you remember, from the university?”
“Yes, I remember,” she said, allowing herself a smile. Really, he sounded as if he’d expected to be forgotten entirely. She straightened a few pillows on the couch as she made her way towards the door. “Be right with you-“
She opened the door to the sight of two men, one familiar, one not. “Oh! Well, hello. . .”
Ray stepped forward half a pace, gesturing to the man next to him, whose mouth twitched as if he wasn’t entirely sure how one went about performing this ‘smile’ gesture he’d heard so much about. “Miss Barrett, this is my colleague at Columbia, Dr. Egon Spengler; Spengs, this is Miss Dana Barrett, the lady I was telling you about. We’ve come to check your apartment over for any traces the problems and phenomena you reported to me might’ve left.”
“Oh, thank goodness, “ Dana said, falling back to let them in. “Nothing’s actually happened since we spoke at the hall of records, but- uh, what is he doing?“
The grim-faced scientist had produced a peculiar object from one of his coat pockets- a small black device with arms that rose out of its sides, lights flashing in green, then amber along their length. He was moving it up and down as he stalked about the apartment, periodically stopping to examine the thing closely.
“Uh, he’s measuring the ambient levels of psychokinetic energy in here,” Ray said. “That’d be the energy left by ghosts, spirits, major supernatural entities and members of dormant pantheons, you name it. Also your standard psychic phenomena, of course.”
“Of course,” said Dana, still not sure she quite liked the look of the other man. “It’s not going to damage anything, is it?”
“No-o-o,” said Ray slowly, “but we might wind up having to do something to one of your walls at some point.”
“Excuse me?”
He gestured towards the back of the apartment. “According to those plans we saw in the Hall of Records, there’s a hidden stairway behind one of your walls. We might need to get at that at some point- not that we want you to lose your security deposit or anything, so if there’s another way-“
“Ray?” said Dr. Spengler. “I think you should come have a look at this.” The lights on his device were flashing an angry red.
55 Central Park West
26th Floor, Corner Penthouse
Morning
There was a rapid-fire knocking at the door of Dana Barrett’s apartment, a fact which caught her by surprise. Nobody she knew would be up and about much before noon on a Sunday, except to go out to breakfast or something similar. “Who is it?” she called.
“It’s Dr. Stantz, Ms. Barrett- you remember, from the university?”
“Yes, I remember,” she said, allowing herself a smile. Really, he sounded as if he’d expected to be forgotten entirely. She straightened a few pillows on the couch as she made her way towards the door. “Be right with you-“
She opened the door to the sight of two men, one familiar, one not. “Oh! Well, hello. . .”
Ray stepped forward half a pace, gesturing to the man next to him, whose mouth twitched as if he wasn’t entirely sure how one went about performing this ‘smile’ gesture he’d heard so much about. “Miss Barrett, this is my colleague at Columbia, Dr. Egon Spengler; Spengs, this is Miss Dana Barrett, the lady I was telling you about. We’ve come to check your apartment over for any traces the problems and phenomena you reported to me might’ve left.”
“Oh, thank goodness, “ Dana said, falling back to let them in. “Nothing’s actually happened since we spoke at the hall of records, but- uh, what is he doing?“
The grim-faced scientist had produced a peculiar object from one of his coat pockets- a small black device with arms that rose out of its sides, lights flashing in green, then amber along their length. He was moving it up and down as he stalked about the apartment, periodically stopping to examine the thing closely.
“Uh, he’s measuring the ambient levels of psychokinetic energy in here,” Ray said. “That’d be the energy left by ghosts, spirits, major supernatural entities and members of dormant pantheons, you name it. Also your standard psychic phenomena, of course.”
“Of course,” said Dana, still not sure she quite liked the look of the other man. “It’s not going to damage anything, is it?”
“No-o-o,” said Ray slowly, “but we might wind up having to do something to one of your walls at some point.”
“Excuse me?”
He gestured towards the back of the apartment. “According to those plans we saw in the Hall of Records, there’s a hidden stairway behind one of your walls. We might need to get at that at some point- not that we want you to lose your security deposit or anything, so if there’s another way-“
“Ray?” said Dr. Spengler. “I think you should come have a look at this.” The lights on his device were flashing an angry red.