The little girl broke away from her mother's hand. As they had been walking through the park the little girl had noticed a man- tall and lanky with dark hair and round spectacles. It was him! She ran, charting a course over the lawn.
The man turned away from his calculator as he heard hurried little footsteps approaching. He saw the girl just as she flew into him, almost knocking him over, her arms locked around his waist.
The man was taken aback. Why was this little girl hugging him? They were beginning to draw attention. What was he supposed to do? He stooped a little, trying to loosen her grip as he lowered, but as soon as he pried her arms from his side, they were around his neck. He gulped as she squeezed, pressing her cheek up against his.
"It's really you! It's really you!" The little girl exclaimed, her voice muffled against his collar. Then her voice lowered in sincere.
"Thank you Mr. Ghostbuster for saving me."
Suddenly it dawned on him. This was the little girl whom he saved from the clutches of a monster over a year ago. How she'd grown! She was so tiny then. She was badly injured, and had been rushed to the hospital. She surely would have died had it not been for him.
"Thank you." She said again, nose sniffling and tears trickling.
The surprise gradually stole away from his face, and his rigidness slowly began to melt away as he cradled her in his arms . . .
Hold it! I want this man arrested! Captain, these men are in criminal violation of the Environmental Protection Act! And this explosion is a direct result of it!
Dr. Egon Spengler: