[LN] Who Ya Gonna Call?

[gonebyebye]

None of this made any sense. True, as a Ghostbuster, Ray was used to things not making a lot of sense, they always did when the paranormal got involved, but this took the cake. One moment he was at the firehouse, getting equipped for another day on the job, the next he was in the middle of what looked like Chicago. Not only that, but people were passing through him like he wasn't even there.

Ray didn't feel dead. Of course, he didn't really know what feeling dead was like. Still, he wasn't obeying any normal rule of being a ghost. He was, again, in Chicago, rather than in the place he'd last been in or a place he had attachment to. He could pass through people, but not walls. He certainly couldn't hover or fly. Ray supposed he could chalk some of the issues up to being an extremely weak ghost, but the PKE readings he'd taken of himself were way too high for that to be the case.

So, after adjusting the PKE meter to ignore the wavelength he was putting out, he set off to track down the source of the phenomena. After many blocks, carrying the proton pack was starting to tire him out, which was another mark against him being a ghost. He rested against a streetlight, breathing a little heavily.

"This would be SO much easier if I had the Ectomobile." He reflected, and, as if it had just been waiting for him to call, the vehicle in question faded into existence in the parking space beside him.

"Today," Ray said, voice tinged slightly with awe, "Just keeps getting weirder and weirder."