The New York Soul Exchange

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Ray has tried to make a habit of using the same door to go to Milliways every time, except when there's an emergency. The door in the alley was inaccessible for obvious reasons- the Miliways side might change size freely, but the Firehouse side? Ha. It's the door from the garage into the street, or it's nothing.

Which means, essentially, that the hearse backs out of the Bar and onto a street scene that looks like this, or possibly this. It pauses a moment.

"You okay back there, Dominic?"

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Egon will be going through the data logs of all his scanning equipment for a week, trying to find some kind of hint as to what happened.

Meanwhile, up on the roof, Peter pokes his head out over the alley. "Let us know when you're going to start, guys!" he calls.

Ray looks up and calls back, "He already did! Hi, Pete! I've got biology again!"

As Venkman starts muttering about missing all the good parts, Ray gets up (oh, wow! Legs! He has legs for the first time in a week!) and steps over to lay a hand fondly on Ecto's fender. "Dominic?" he says, turning to the seer. "I don't know how to thank you for this. I really don't. But the both of us are more grateful than I know how to say."

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"You're welcome," says Dominic with a weak smile.

He wobbles forward a little, then collapses in a heap on the pavement.

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Ray sighs at that. "Ecto?" he says. "Think you could, uh-"

"No problem, Daddy," says the car with some amusement. It's nothing at all for those two robotic arms to sneak out and gather up the exhausted seer; Ratchet did his work well, software and hardware alike. It's not even that hard to ease his form into a semblance of relaxation across the car's back seat, since it would really freak out any passers-by to see the car holding him over its roof as it maneuvered back into the garage.

After some discussion, the cot that Ectos lept on when she was in human shape is procured. Dominic will eventually wake up on that.

... with, um, Slimer pulling one finger out of his ear. Sorry, the ghost's been living with Peter Venkman. It does things to your sense of humor.