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gone_byebyeThursday, October 4, 2002
Columbia University
Basement
In a hallway under the Columbia University psychology department, one man grabbed another by the upper arm as they passed in opposite directions. "Egon. C'mere. I need to talk to you."
"Venkman, I'm in something of a hurry here-"
"It's about Ray."
Silence.
"I think he's losing it, Egon- seriously. I know he's pretty flighty normally and he gets into things over his head sometimes, but this is ridiculous."
More silence, though perhaps there was something more of tension to it now.
"Is it true what I heard? Did he really take out a loan on his family house to start building those proton things he's suddenly working on?"
"... yes."
A sigh, half exasperated, half resigned. "Dammit. He's gone completely off the deep end over this Shandor thing."
"No, he hasn't."
"Not you too, Egon-"
"This is serious, Peter. I believe everything Ray's hypothesized about that building and about the city's current situation. All my tests and readings have indicated that he's somehow stumbled onto something that could very well be an end-of-civilization-level event if it isn't stopped as soon as possible."
"Oh, you gotta be kidding me!" There was the sound of a hand against a forehead. "I expect this kind of thing from him, but you-"
"We're in a tremendous amount of trouble, Peter, whether you like it or not. How Ray came across this information in the first place I don't even pretend to know, but the fact of the matter is that Miss Barrett's building-"
"Yeah, about that- are you sure he hasn't just-"
"No, Peter. It isn't because of her. I assure you."
"I dunno, Egon-"
"Believe me, I've seen them interact. She's got a level of interest in him that goes beyond the normal gratitude of a parapsychological perceptive who's found a believer, but there's no reciprocation whatsoever on his part. I don't know if he's even noticed that she's female."
"That sounds like the Ray Stantz I know, all right. You're sure?"
"Positive."
More silence.
"... think these proton doodads are going to work?"
"Yes. But I don't think they'll be enough."
"How 'not enough' are we talking here, Spengs?"
"I think the Shandor Building is going to attain critical mass sometime in the next seventy-two hours, that the resultant dimensional collapse and puncture will succeed in at least summoning the herald of Ereshkigal, and that the city- if not most of the North American continent- will be subjected to a reign of undead terror the likes of which hasn't been seen since the days of Gilgamesh."
"You know, that's what I like about you. You're such an optimist."
Columbia University
Basement
In a hallway under the Columbia University psychology department, one man grabbed another by the upper arm as they passed in opposite directions. "Egon. C'mere. I need to talk to you."
"Venkman, I'm in something of a hurry here-"
"It's about Ray."
Silence.
"I think he's losing it, Egon- seriously. I know he's pretty flighty normally and he gets into things over his head sometimes, but this is ridiculous."
More silence, though perhaps there was something more of tension to it now.
"Is it true what I heard? Did he really take out a loan on his family house to start building those proton things he's suddenly working on?"
"... yes."
A sigh, half exasperated, half resigned. "Dammit. He's gone completely off the deep end over this Shandor thing."
"No, he hasn't."
"Not you too, Egon-"
"This is serious, Peter. I believe everything Ray's hypothesized about that building and about the city's current situation. All my tests and readings have indicated that he's somehow stumbled onto something that could very well be an end-of-civilization-level event if it isn't stopped as soon as possible."
"Oh, you gotta be kidding me!" There was the sound of a hand against a forehead. "I expect this kind of thing from him, but you-"
"We're in a tremendous amount of trouble, Peter, whether you like it or not. How Ray came across this information in the first place I don't even pretend to know, but the fact of the matter is that Miss Barrett's building-"
"Yeah, about that- are you sure he hasn't just-"
"No, Peter. It isn't because of her. I assure you."
"I dunno, Egon-"
"Believe me, I've seen them interact. She's got a level of interest in him that goes beyond the normal gratitude of a parapsychological perceptive who's found a believer, but there's no reciprocation whatsoever on his part. I don't know if he's even noticed that she's female."
"That sounds like the Ray Stantz I know, all right. You're sure?"
"Positive."
More silence.
"... think these proton doodads are going to work?"
"Yes. But I don't think they'll be enough."
"How 'not enough' are we talking here, Spengs?"
"I think the Shandor Building is going to attain critical mass sometime in the next seventy-two hours, that the resultant dimensional collapse and puncture will succeed in at least summoning the herald of Ereshkigal, and that the city- if not most of the North American continent- will be subjected to a reign of undead terror the likes of which hasn't been seen since the days of Gilgamesh."
"You know, that's what I like about you. You're such an optimist."
