Silvia winced and shut her eyes as Egon wrapped the bandaid around her now-very-swollen finger. She couldn't even make a full fist because of the stupid metal door.
"I'm worried, Ray. It's crowded down there, and all my recent data points to something big on the horizon." Egon said, standing up from being crouched down to the chair's level so he could help with Silvia's injury. He stood up, not realizing that he was still holding her hand from helping her.
"What do you mean 'big'?" Winston asked.
"Well, let's say this Twinkie here represents the normal amount of psychokinetic energy in the New York Area. According to this morning's sample, it would be a Twinkie... thirty-five feet long weighing approximately six hundred pounds." Egon said, holding up a Twinkie as an example. Ray coughed out his cigarette smoke from surprise.
"That's a big Twinkie," Winston said. Egon raises his eyebrows, then eats the treat in his hand.
"We could be on the verge of a fourfold cross-rip... a PKE surge of incredible, even dangerous proportions," Ray explained.
"We just had a visit from the Environmental Protection Agency. How's the grid holding up?" Peter asked them.
"Not good," Egon said, taking another bite out of his Twinkie afterward.
"Tell him about the Twinkie," Winston said.
"What about the Twinkie?" Peter asked. Silvia shook her head, laughing a bit. "What'd you do to your finger, Silvia? It looks like a caterpillar with a bandaid on it."
"Oh, I just slammed it between a metal door, nothing too serious," Silvia said, awkwardly removing her hand away from Egons so she could have her arm back. Egon noticed though, but for some reason became sad when her touch escaped.
"Nothing too serious?? I can see the blood through the bandaid." Peter said.
"I'll be okay," Silvia said.
"Awwe, Egon taking care of Silvia, how shweet," Peter said in a baby voice, messing with Egons hair and purposely putting dirty fingerprints on his glasses, then lightly knocking Egons forehead into Silvia's.
"See? Great minds do think alike!" Peter said as he got a glasses wipe for Egon. Lightning and thunder could be heard from outside. "I gotta go, I gotta date with Dana Barrett."
"You mean that client with the haunted refrigerator that you kept pestering?" Silvia asked.
"Yes, exactly! I'll be back in a little while." Peter said.
"Bye." She said as she stood up and walked to her desk, sitting down in her comfy chair. She watched as Twinkie (the snake from earlier) slithered around happily; Silvia decided to take him out of her tank, letting the snake wrapped around her arm. Silvia yawned as she pets Twinkie, the snake not responding that much, other than the occasional sticking-out-of-the-tongue.
THIRTY MINUTES LATER
A knock at the front door of headquarters could be heard. Everyone except Janine, Silvia, and Egon had gone to their homes. Peter was still out with Dana; Janine answered the door. There was a cop, so Janine just stared at him blankly.
"Dropping off or picking up?" She asked him.
"Dropping off." The cop answered.
"Just a moment," Janine said, closing the door. "Silvia, Egon! There's someone here!!"
Silvia put her snake back as quickly and gently as possible, racing down the stairs while Egon took a little longer. When Egon finally came downstairs, he opened the front door.
"Are you a Ghostbuster?" The cop asked.
"Yes." He answered.
"We picked up this guy, we don't know what to do. Bellevue doesn't want him, I'm afraid to lock him up. I know you guys are into this stuff, so I figured we'd check." The cop rambled on as Egon and Silvia walked over to a police truck.
"All right," Egon responded, PKE Meter in hand. A man in a blue cardigan-like sweater in a straight jacket sat in the truck.
"Are you the Gatekeeper?" He asked Egon. Egon used the PKE meter, ghost levels were high on that thing.
"You better bring him inside," Egon said to the cop, the cop nodding in response.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is what a real humanitarian look like." Silvia (sort of) jokingly stated.
"I don't think he's human at all," Egon replied. Silvia looked back at the man as he acted all... well... weird.
"You know what now that I think about it I don't think so either." Silvia shrugged as they walked back to the lab inside.
Egon had hooked the poor guy up to some machine attached to his head made out of a pasta strainer. On a TV next to him it showed some dog-looking creature rather than a human. Yeah, he's not human.
"What did you say your name was?" Egon asked the man.
"Vinz Clortho, Keymaster of Gozer," Vinz replied.
"According to this his names Louis Tully. Lives on Central Park west." Silvia said as she looked at his ID in his wallet, handing it to Egon to look at shortly after. "Do you want some coffee, Mr. Tully?"
"Do I?" Vinz, or Louis, said.
"Yes, have some," Egon answered for him, only for Louis to repeat the same thing afterward. "Vinz, you said before you were waiting for a sign. What sign are you waiting for?" Egon asked him.
"Gozer the Traveler. He will come in one of the pre-chosen forms. During the rectification of the Vuldronaii, the Traveler came as a large Torb. Then, during the third reconciliation of the Meketrex supplicants they chose a new form for him, that of a giant Sloar! Many Shubs and Zuuls knew what it was to be roasted in the depths of the Sloar that day, I can tell you." Vinz rambled on, Silvia and Egon exchanging worried and confused looks as Silvia made the coffee.
"Egon?.." Silvia said, gesturing for him to come to her.
"Excuse me," Egon said to Vinz, Vinz just sat there and looked around.
"There's something strange about that man, and I... I just want you to be careful, okay?" Silvia said as she gave him a small hug.
"I'll be fine, I can assure you," Egon said, awkwardly embracing the hug, but then the stupid phone rang. Egon left Silvia to her lonesome to answer the phone.
"Hello?" Egon answered.
"Egon, it's Peter!" Peter could be heard from the other end of the line as Silvia sat down next to Egon, keeping a watchful eye on this 'Keymaster'. "I have some news from the world of Gozer."
"What is it, Peter?" Egon answered.
"I'm here with Dana Barrett. It seems the Goz has been putting some moves on my would-be girlfriend." Peter said.
"How is she?" Egon asked.
"I think we can get her a guest shot on Wild Kingdom. I just whacked her up with about three hundred cc's of Thorazine. She's gonna take a little nap now, but she says she's the Gatekeeper. Does that make any sense to you?" Peter replied.
"Some. I just met the Keymaster, he's here with me now." Egon said, turning his head the other way to observe Vinz as he drank a whole pot of coffee.
"Oh, wonderful. We have to get these two together." Peter said. Egon turned his head in the direction of Silvia, giving her a look.
"I think that would be extraordinarily dangerous," Egon said, Silvia, nodding in agreement.
"Okay, well, hold onto him. I'll be there in a little while." Peter responded.
"Good," Egon said, hanging up the phone afterward. Vinz grabbed a pan of some sort, handing it to Egon. "Thank you, Vinz," Egon said as he took the pan thing. "We have to find Ray, I need him here immediately," Egon said to Silvia as Vinz handed him the lamp that was on the table beside him. Egon still took it to be polite though, Silvia sitting there with a 'why me' look on her face.
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Winston and Ray were inside the Ecto-1, Winston driving as Ray was looking at a blueprint sheet.
"Hey Ray, do you believe in God?" Winston asked out of the blue.
"Never met him," Ray responded.
"Yeah, well I do. And I love Jesus' style, you know?" Winston explained.
"This roof cap is made of a magnesium tungsten alloy," Ray said out loud as he looked at the blueprints closer.
"What are you so involved with there?" Winston asked him.
"These are the blueprints for the ironwork in Dana Barrett's apartment building and they're very, very strange," Ray replies, a puzzled look on his face.
"Hey Ray, do you remember something in the Bible about the last days, the dead would rise from the grave?" Winston asked.
"I remember Revelations 7:12. And I looked as he opened the sixth seal and behold, there was a great earthquake. And the sun became as black as sackcloth, and the moon became as blood." Ray responded.
"And the seas boiled, and the skies fell." Winston went on.
"Judgement day," Ray said.
"Judgement day," Winston repeated.
"Every ancient religion has its own myth about the end of the world," Ray says.
"Myth? Ray has it ever occurred to you that maybe the reason we've been so busy is because the dead have been rising from the grave?" Winston pointed out. Ray sat there with a blank face, having had a moment of realization.
"How about a little music, huh?" Ray said as he turned on the radio.
"Yeah.." Winston sighed.