#ectoplaesm

Callie had felt as if the air had been knocked out of her lungs, her chest seized with each attempt to breathe.  She almost lost her children, she almost lost everything AGAIN----the realisation of what had happened was starting to set in, the calm had past and the storm was brewing in her mind, thoughts of ‘what if’ took hold and she couldn’t BREATHE.

something pushed her down onto a chair, her eyes wouldn’t focus and everything was starting to blur together---was she dying ? was she still possessed ? A rough, yet comforting hand rested a top hers, her tearful eyes that was had been solely fixed on the floor flickered upwards to the source, and of course it’s him---she bites back on a bitter laugh---his voice cuts through the panic, her chest eases and she’s starting to feel like a little kid again who was too scared to sleep, fearful of the monster who lived under her bed, even back then, he’d been the one to comfort her, holding her close as she sobbed, and promised to protect her no matter what .

the fact that callie was already in a bad mood today feeds into the anger that’s building. she hadn’t meant to snap that he shut her out but now it was out and it wasn’t a lie.

of all people that dana had expected to see tonight, her first night back in concert after a painting had kidnapped her child, egon spengler was not on the list. she’d been caught off-guard, truth be told, when she spotted him, and of course she made her way over to him. he’d been awkwardly holding the program in his hands, close to his chest as he moved through the crowd. it was clear that he hadn’t expected to see her, either.

a soft smile graced her lips and she nodded, catching his gaze. “i am... hopefully for good this time,” she smiled. “how--how are things?” she asked, honestly hoping egon would not bring up venkman. god knew she wouldn’t this time. she was certain egon knew what had transpired in the breakup not long after the statue of liberty danced its way through the town and honestly, she just wanted to put all of that behind her.

it was, however, so good to see egon. “you look just as well, you know,” she smiled as a hint of rose dusted her cheeks.

Little feet come padding along old the corridors of the university, the poor receptionist followed suit, holding a small note from her mother for her father---she’s slipping slightly under the weight of her backpack and plastic heels combo--but she just HAD to be a pretty fairy for her daddy ! Her curls bounced as she ran, a bow kept them from falling into her face---though she hadn’t be a fan of that part, mommy didn’t know how to brush her hair like her daddy did and it always hurt with her. 

She stood upon her toes---using her little plastic wand to tap at the glass, a giggle bubbling out from her she grinned up at the door, waiting for it to swing open and reveal her dad which wasn’t that long but to a three year old---it had been FOREVER ! 

She’d been too late, by the time she’d gotten to the firehouse--everything was gone, he’d left her them, not even a note left in place. Peter had been the one to call her, telling her of her fathers mental stability ‘He’s lost it Callie, he’s scaring the customers, and he’s scaring us---’ She’d toned the rest out, ending the call with the promise that she’d be there in a few hours. Why hadn’t they phoned her sooner ? why hadn’t her own father told her any of this ? why did he leave ? She’d pushed back her emotions, she couldn’t let them get in her way---she needed to find her father before he did something stupid. It’d taken days, but she’d found it, an address for some farmhouse in a small town scrawled in her fathers writing, it had to be it, that had to be where he was going. She’d gotten her things together, and left just like he did. It was a long road to get there, but she couldn’t stop, not until she knew he was okay.