Final Day

[captainryan]

He's insubstantial by the time they come to pick him up. He always is and apparently there's no way to stretch out that 3-day limit on being solid. It puts him in a grumpy mood that he can't grab anything unless he concentrates, though there's little to be done for it.

The Ghostbusters are running late, probably some early morning spectre making trouble. Eventually, the white vehicle pulls up the country lane faster than usual, even with Winston at the wheel. Ryan passes through the door on the passenger side before settling on the seat.

"Morning," he says distractedly, already concentrating on staying solid enough to not slip through the leather.

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Ryan cracks one eye open to get an idea of where they are, relieved to see it's nearly to the Firehouse. He just has to hold himself in check a little bit longer until he's solid and can eat.

No, NOT the people in the car. He grits his teeth against that thought.

[gone_byebye]

"Ray, can you work the machine without me?" says Egon. "I don't think it would be a good idea to-"

"I worked it the first time it was ever made, Egon. Go and stick some chickenbane up your nose, okay?"

"Thank you," says Egon gratefully, and darts from the car, a cloud of feathers trailing behind him.

"We'll have some roast beef sandwiches waiting for when you get solid again," Ray says. "Come on, let's get this done with- the faster we get finished here, the faster we can try that door. It's at the Staten Island ferry terminal."

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Ryan nearly darts after Egon but manages to keep himself from giving chase, despite his obvious desire to do otherwise. Instead he stalks after Ray to the machine that'll turn him solid again. Egon and Ray have both made adjustments to it since the first use, and while the accompanying nausea is nowhere near as bad as it was, it's still strong enough to put him off of food.

For about five minutes.

"I can eat in the car," he manages around a mouthful of sandwich as he waves those coming with to the vehicle. He stopped to put his holster on, and while the weight of the gun on his hip is familiar, it's also odd after six months of not having it there.

[gone_byebye]

"Good. It's a grand total of one and a half miles," says Ray. "Shouldn't take long at this time of day."

It's just Ray and Ryan in the car t his time, mostly for safety's sake. After all, someone's got to make sure Egon gets the chickenbane down his throat okay. Not to mention that Ray drives like the less talented of the two Blues Brothers. At least it's mostly a straight run down Broadway.

The observant might note that although they are a full avenue block to the west, the route runs past both the towers of the World Trade Center.

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Ryan's busy eating.

Besides that, he died before 9/11 and has only heard about it once. Even for something as huge as that, not living through it makes it just a story, and not one that comes to mind as they pass in favour of focusing on roast beef.

[gone_byebye]

Fair enough.

The hearse is really going much too fast for roads this narrow and crowded, but the locals are sort of used to it by now. The blaring siren and the flashing blue lights are a dead giveaway, anyway, and so cars are shuttling madly to the side of the road. Those that aren't, well, Ray manages to navigate around them anyway.

"There we go," he says, pointing with one hand as he pulls around a curve in the road at last. "Battery Park. And on the other side of it, right at the very tip of Manhattan? The ferry terminal, and the door."

The car jolts to a halt and Ray silences the noise and lights. "ready?"

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There's silence a moment, then, "Yeah." Ryan gets out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him.

Home.

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Ray nods. "Okay everybody! Excuse me! Coming through! If you would all just please move aside! Everyone?"

Pause.

"EVERYBODY MOVE."

He's no Andre the Giant, but it has roughly the same effect as it did in The Princess Bride.

"Okay! Come on, Ryan! This way!" And he runs for the door into the ferry terminal, and from the terminal out to-

Well.

That's not the Hudson River on the other side any more.

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Holy crap, that was impressive. Ryan didn't know Ray was capable of that volume.

But it's forgotten when he sees what's through the Door. There's a rush of scents that he hasn't smelled for months. Home.

But he doesn't head through just yet. "Thank you, Ray. All of you." For taking him in. For putting up with him. For getting him home.

[gone_byebye]

Cartoon physics. That, and cartoon voice sharing. In another continuum entirely, Ray's voice- a little altered, but still Ray's voice- is the voice of Megatron.

Ray smiles. "You're welcome," he says. "It was great having you here. I'll tell everybody you said goodbye, okay?"

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"I'm sorry we didn't have the time to do it properly," Ryan answers. The sentiment behind it is sincere, but he doesn't really mean it. It would've been awkward, and he strongly suspects Slimer would have tried to hug him goodbye.

He's not really interested in returning to Milliways coated in slime. But then, he's never interested in being coated in slime.

"I'll look for you if you're ever barside," he promises, shaking the man's hand (so very hard to limit it to just that with the moon) and steps through the Door (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/18327085.html).