To say that there were legal repercussions would be an understatement.

Egon spent nearly a month in the same hospital under guard as a "flight risk" – though at the time he was too busy dealing with cracked ribs, a concussion, exhaustion, exposure, a broken wrist, and double pneumonia, to jump bail.

All charges including Murder 1, were dropped when Erzulie's father was overheard by a barmaid in a Cleveland dive bragging that he, "…done did it again: first his gook wife and then his whore of a daughter" while watching Egon's pretrial hearing on the bar television set.

Alarmed, the barmaid called the police.

Louis Tully's stammered arguments that Egon couldn't have possibly been involved because the entire estimated time of Erzulie's death was covered by signed job sheets and service invoices in New York, also helped. The long black hairs and bloodstains found on Mr. Sappington's kitchen stove, floor and in the bed of his truck (which was found abandoned in Kettering, Ohio), were enough to have the policeman removed from Egon's hospital room and the bail refunded once and for all.

The nursing staff, considering Egon's previous unauthorized flight, still kept a close eye on him.

Egon's mother found out what was going on, flew up from Winter Park, Florida and descended upon him with home remedies until the Head Nurses on all shifts had her banned. Had the television announcer not mistaken Egon for Winston Zeddmore as the original "man down", Mrs. Spengler would have been there sooner.

When Egon's mother found out that the rest of the Ghostbusters were holed up with influenza in a nearby cheap motel, she descended upon them like a Valkyrie bearing evil smelling brews. Locked doors didn't stop her.

That spring, the burn marks on Egon's palms and the soles of his feet had completely faded away. The cord on his bedside phone back in New York was found to be burned. A quick check of the maintenance logs of the Subway lines the night he had ridden home with the phrenological head and Erzulie's painting showed that the intercom system on the train had shorted out.

The painting was destroyed; the fire department was called in to deal with a small fire, which a passerby noticed through a Station window – the night Egon went over the side of the bridge on his own. Slimer, who had stayed behind, loudly denied in his own glibbering and meeping way, that no, he hadn't been playing with matches again.

Janine was almost the way she had been before the last 4th of July. Her ankle turned out to be badly sprained, not broken. She didn't say no when Egon asked her to come to the Intrepid Air, Sea, and Space Museum with him – but she insisted he pay her admission and cab fare as an apology for hanging her up by the back of her coat.

When Egon reluctantly went to visit his father's grave with his mother in Cleveland after she finished selling his boyhood home to fund her move to Florida, he learned through an old academic colleague that Erzulie's body lay unclaimed in the County morgue and was scheduled for Indigent Burial as part of a general mass service. A talk with the right County officials allowed him to claim it and have it shipped to New York, making funeral arrangements with a rabbi he occasionally played chess with.

Not much of a believer himself, Egon didn't know what Erzulie's leanings, if any, were, but it seemed the right thing to do.

Erzulie's father didn't object to a Jewish funeral, having died of liver cancer while awaiting trial.

Using Louis Tully as a go-between, Egon purchased the ramshackle Sappington house and deceased appliance-filled yard simply by paying the back taxes. The house, door still displaying crime scene tape, was pulled down, the lot cleared, and sold to a strip mall developer, but not before a partially saponified female body with a fractured skull and wearing the remains of a polyester lace nightgown, was discovered buried where the detached garage had once stood, wrapped in a rotting canvas tarp under a layer of unevenly poured concrete.

The body which was never formally identified, carried both Asian and European features and was estimated to have been roughly fourteen years old at the time of death at barely 4' 8" tall. The pelvis indicated that she had given birth at least once.

Egon too, paid for this funeral, being the only attendee aside from the officiating rabbi. Afterwards, Egon and the rabbi played chess in Central Park.

Curiosity aroused, Egon called in a few favors.

While in the Navy, Ralph Sappington married a half French, half Korean bar girl named Su-Min Kal, also known as "Ga-eul" or "Autumn" because of her brown hair. Su-Min reportedly abandoned the newborn Erzulie and Ralph after the family moved to Cleveland in search of factory work following Ralph's dishonorable discharge.

Egon paid to have the name Su-Min Kal carved into the second headstone and had Erzulie's body and headstone moved beside it.

This too, seemed right.

In between ghost trapping, Egon sifted through the box of meager personal possessions retrieved from Erzulie's waterlogged car as evidence for a trial which never happened.

The car had been found in Lake Eerie, near Ashtabula, Ohio.

Among the few salvageable items, which included several headless Barbie dolls and one troll, Egon found an unmarked black and white I.D. photo of an Asian-looking woman and some of Erzulie's school pictures. Side by side there was enough of a resemblance between the two that it caused Egon to remember what happened one morning in 1962 when some of the other boys jeered "Gook!" and "Slope!" at Erzulie while waiting with their mothers for the school bus. To Egon, these insults made no sense: except for her high cheekbones and heavy dark hair, the blue-eyed Erzulie looked nothing like the Viet Cong in the television news reports his parents watched in worried silence every night after dinner.

By the time it occurred to the boy they called "Dumb Polack!", "Kraut!" and "Dirty Jew!" when they weren't calling him "Pencil Neck!" or "Freak!" that he might have done something to defend the crying little girl wearing tennis shoes two sizes too big for her – the child his father said was beneath him wiped her eyes and nose on the faded sleeve of her plaid boy's shirt and tore into her attackers like a rabid buzz saw while their mothers screamed for help, his own mother looking on in superior disdain as the bus rolled to a stop.

When Egon learned that Erzulie's paternal grandmother and namesake was still alive, he again returned to Ohio and visited the State-run institution where she had been committed. She was well into her eighties, heavily medicated, and mistook him for a long dead younger brother who had died in an Arkansas State home for mental incompetents in the mid-1930'. Screaming about horrible things that weren't there, he ran through a third story window, breaking his neck when he landed in the bushes below. Not bothering to correct the wheelchair bound octogenarian as she beamed up at him, delighted at having a visitor, any visitor, Egon recognized the way her eyes tracked things that his PKE meter couldn't detect, and left her where she was, diagnosed with a rare form of inherited schizophrenia, but happy - the horrible things she saw floating in the air around her could no longer hurt her because the nice doctor, Elvis, and most importantly Jesus, said so.

The old college textbooks he found among Erzulie's personal effects were the ones that had gone missing during his first college summer break, texts dealing mainly with electrical engineering and physics. There were notes scribbled in the margins in Erzulie's handwriting, practice equations, and doodles – some of them of people he knew, including himself.

One day, Egon took the textbooks out of his locker in the fire station and took a cab to the Brooklyn Bridge with them on the seat beside him. He had the driver stop in the middle span, and oblivious to the angry honking and yelling this caused, dropped them over the side.

He got back into the cab, and told the driver to take him someplace where he could buy a potted geranium – which leads to another story entirely.