It had been a dangerous bust. The entity had swept down, flashing claws and nearly eviscerating Peter, but Egon pulled him away. After twenty grueling minutes, the beast was finally trapped.

Back at the firehouse, Winston was incarcerating the ghost, Ray was phoning for pizza, and Egon and Peter were relaxing in the den. Peter drained his beverage and sat in silence for several minutes.

Finally, he spoke. "Spengs, you saved my life. I thought for sure I was going to die. I..." he paused, "I love you, man."

Egon nodded, understanding. "Peter, you're not getting my Bud Light."

"Damn!"

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