Chapter Sixteen: The One Where Mr. Stay Puft Comes to Town
Forty-five minutes after the guys were taken to speak with the mayor, they arrived at the firehouse with a police escort. Peter, Egon, and Winston headed to go suit up while Ray put together the proton packs.
"I don't think it's a good idea for you to be here with this place like this." Ray stated.
"I agree." I told him, "But where else am I supposed to go? The only other place I have to go is where you're headed. Also, I reached out to someone to get an idea on possible repairs, they should be here sometime later this afternoon or tonight."
"Let us know what they say if we're not back before then." He responded.
I nodded, "Okay."
"I'll see you later." He bid me goodbye as did the others as they passed by to head to the car.
"Good luck!" I called after them.
A rumbling was felt hours later, I stepped outside to see what was going on, only to see a Stay Puft Marshmallow Man the size of King Kong walking down the street.
"Now there's something you don't see every day." I commented dryly before going back inside. A little while after the repair guy came and I showed him through what I could of the building. After the tour, I asked, "So what do you think?"
"I think this building should be condemned." He answered flatly.
"Other than that." I waved my hand dismissively. He looked at me as if I had lost my mind, I sighed, "A lot of this was like that when we bought the place. Before this happened, we had finally fully got it to a livable condition. I'm mostly concerned with the multi-level hole going from the basement to roof."
"It's not going to be cheap."
"Didn't think it would be."
"It'll take some time."
"Had a feeling it would." I nodded, "When can you start?"
"Possibly next week, I'll reach out when I can give you a more accurate time frame." He responded, "Do you mind if I take pictures and take some measurements now?" He gestured to his camera.
"I'd rather have one of the Ghostbusters here with you while you do that, they'll probably have questions and certain needs for specific floors." I answered, "Would you be able to come back tomorrow?"
He paused for a moment and then responded, "I may be able to in the afternoon."
"I'll give you a call in the morning to let you know the time." He then showed himself out.
All that was left now was to find a place to stay while it's being fixed. That I could wait for until I could talk to the others – see where they wanted to go or if any of the hotels that they had jobs for would put us up for possibly a discounted rate – but if I did that, I wouldn't have somewhere to stay tonight. 'I could do something nice for the night and then figure out something else out long term…' I reasoned as Taco's rendition of Puttin on the Ritz started to play in my head.
Sitting at the counter, I tried to compile a list of all of the places Alice and I would want to see before we left. It would be hard to say if we'd be able to come back anytime soon or if we would come back. We'd want to spend some time in Hyde Park and Harrod's. Maybe visit a few museums and some of the markets. Maybe spend a few days in Paris or Scotland or Wales, I would have her choose one in the next week so we could possibly pull her out of school for a long weekend while Egon was here. If it were solely my decision, I would choose to go back to Paris one more time before we left, but I wanted this to be her decision. I was disrupting her life more than I was mine. It didn't really matter to me where I lived, my work stayed the same and I had dual citizenship. I guess I wanted these last couple of months to serve as a way to possibly give her something to remember living here by. As she got older, it would be highly doubtful if she'd remember living here.
Making a mental note, I reminded myself to call Egon this weekend to see what he wanted to do while he was here. If there was anything that they'd both want to do or we would both want to do, I would set those things aside for the time he's here. I would probably want to talk to him about doing the fun tourist stuff like one of the Jack Ripper tours or ghost tours. I'd have to see if he had any interest in any of the castles, Strafford upon Avon, or Stonehenge. I wrote down the locations as a note to ask him later so I could book tours. I then flipped through the notebook to the page I was keeping tallies of the donations on to make sure I got everything.