Epilogue: If There’s Something Strange in Your
Neighborhood…
Two Months
Later…
“She’s dead, Jay!”
Jacqueline yelled. “It’s time to face facts and move on.”
“No!” J.G. retorted. “I
love her. And I’m not gonna give up.”
“What’s the point,
dude?” Natalie asked. “She’s gone forever and never going to come back, no
matter how much you try to believe it.”
“I paid $50,000 for this
old rust bucket, Venkman!” Stantz pounded his fist on the hood of the still
heavily wrecked Ecto-1, which was parked in the repaired garage area of the
reconstructed firehouse headquarters. “So don’t tell me she cannot be
fixed!”
Natalie and Jacqueline
shook their heads over the youth’s naivety as Spengler walked out from the
basement with Christina Melnitz, Alex Russo, and the former Ajax Exterminators.
“I can’t believe you used the old Ghost Trap tactic I taught you,” Sean told
Christina. “I never expected you to actually pay attention to what I was saying
about it.”
“Well, of course, Sean.
What else did you think I was paying attention to?”
“My epidermis, perhaps?”
Sean remarked with a grin.
“Eww!” Alex cried.
“Uh, that’s another name
for your skin, Alex,” Mickey alerted her.
A sheepish look appeared
on Alex’s face as she realized her blunder. “Oh,” she said before her disgusted
expression returned again when she added, “But still…Eww!”
Cody Martin had a bright
smile on his face, walking in. “Cody Martin! Reporting for his first day of
duty as an honorary Junior Ghostbuster!” The boy stood up straight and
performed a salute to the senior members.
“You’re in the
Ghostbusters business, dude…not the army,” Alex jested.
Mickey chuckled over
Cody’s enthusiasm. “Oh, boy! It sure does feel great being the very first
Junior Ghostbusters.”
“Yeah!” Donald gleefully
cheered.
“We get to wear purdy uniforms,
too.” Goofy added.
That was when the
thought of being Ghostbusters (albeit of the “Junior” variety) was a somber
reminder for Mickey of another. “Gosh…Genevieve woulda loved being one, too.”
The mentioning of their
fallen comrade put a dreary mood over their spirited scene. Christina let out a
deep, worried sigh and lamented, “She sacrificed herself to save everyone…to
save all of us.”
“She turned out to be
more of a legend than any of us,” J.G. solemnly reflected.
Since that night on the
Tipton Hotel rooftop, he hadn’t forgotten how Genevieve defended him in front
of Ursula. The touching things she said about him…before Vanessa (or the woman
Ursula masqueraded as), no woman had ever stuck up for him like that. For that
matter, no woman had ever sacrificed her life to save the world.
Genevieve was a rare
gem. Losing her was tough on everyone she brought together a couple of months
ago, mostly J.G.
The phone from
Christina’s desk suddenly rang.
She was thankful for the
interruption, which broke them out of their mourning.
“Ghostbusters,” she said
into the receiver – a sense of nostalgia coursing through her to answer a call
in that manner again. Soon after the conversation was over, she alerted the
team, “Typhoid Mary’s been spotted in the soup kitchen of a homeless shelter a
few blocks down Fifth.”
The details disgusted
the team.
“Urgh!” Natalie dryly
hurled, quivering with repulsion. “Better wear two extra pairs of gloves and a facemask for this one!”
Jacqueline giggled,
shaking her head. “I love this town.”
The team rushed into
J.G.’s parked Volvo outside, serving as temporary transportation until a more
suitable company vehicle was found. As he sat in the back of the vehicle,
Spengler seemed highly impressed with how much room there was in the Volvo.
“You know, Jay,” he said, “There’s enough space in this car to give it a full
enhancement for another Ecto model.”
“I still believe
the Ecto-1 can be fixed,” Stantz declared.
“O.K. Seriously,
dude…let it go,” said an annoyed Natalie.
The DISNEY GHOSTBUSTERS will return in THE HAUNTED MANSION!
NEXT WEEK!
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