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The last time Ray spent New Year's at the Firehouse was... forty-seven plus twenty-five, plus one... ow. Nearly seventy-five years ago. Not a number he likes to contemplate. The implications are simply far too weird. On the other hand, the last New Year that Ray actually experienced was... damn. Less than two months ago. He spent it in Antarctica, with Lake and Pabodie and the rest of the expedition crew. Also not something he likes to contemplate, though for different reasons.

Stupid time travel. Stupid immortality. Stupid alternate universes.

He's still thinking about the Dyer expedition and its new Year at the bottom of the world tonight. Peter and Dana made a date tonight, and so did Egon and Janine. Winston was off with his sister and her kids. That just leaves Ecto, and Slimer, and technically Peck. That's fine with Ray; he's not ready to celebrate another New Year just yet. Being surrounded by people intent on partying would be much too weird. So he begged off hanging out with his daughter (Ecto said it was fine, as she had some foreign markets to check up on), fed the Siamese fighting fish, tucked Slimer in for the night, and went upstairs.

The Firehouse is located in lower Manhattan, at the heart of one of the biggest pits of light pollution on the Eastern seaboard. Between the mucky sodium light scattered uselessly upwards and the clouds that ghost over the island, headed out to sea from the Jersey side, it's almost enough to let him forget that they're coming 'round right.

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Ray thinks about that, and then inclines his head soberly; another repetition of 'thank you' would be over-much right now, he figures.

If this year is anything at all like the time between his last New Year at the Firehouse and tonight, he's going to need whatever rest he can get.

"Bottoms up."

Another bout of truly amused laughter echoes as Ray drinks and by the time the glass is lowered the Ghostbuster is alone on the roof.

And the great thing is, the thought that it was the freaking soul and messenger of the Outer Gods, the Crawling Chaos, Nyarlathotep who felt it was necessary to give him one night of genuinely peaceful rest for the sake of his sanity?

TOTALLY doesn't sink in until he wakes up the next morning.

All things considered, Ray's just gonna go for a hangover next year.