Episode 6: Blast from the Past

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The TV cut to an ad for the Ghostbusters that had just began making waves in Des Moines.

Daniel Carter grimaced as Cynthia Palmer stepped into the screen holding a cell phone while wearing her Ghostbuster uniform. She pointed at the screen.

"If you go into your application store, you can search 'Ghostbuster Neighborhood Watch.' Once you've downloaded the app, you'll be helping us to locate spiritual dangers throughout the city." She pocketed the phone and added. "We're on the hunt for major spikes in spiritual activity and your help will give us the edge we need to find what we're looking for."

A Ghostbuster with a nametag that read "Ross" pointed at the screen and energetically said, "Only you can save the city! Be a Ghostbuster and download our app today!"

Dan clicked the remote to change the channel. After everything that he had been through, he couldn't stand Cynthia Palmer and liked the idea of making her disappear with a click.

Instead, the remote clicked, but the channel didn't change. He hit the button again a few times, but nothing happened. He sighed, trying to think of where he had last seen AAA batteries in his small apartment.

That's when he also noticed that Cynthia's face was expanding on the screen as if she was about to climb out and ruin his life all over again. Growing to fill the entire thing. Dan leaned forward and reached toward the screen as if he could reach out and strangle his old friend.

A knock at the door reminded him that his television wasn't going to start ejecting people from it. Hell, it was a console television from the early nineties.

Dan grabbed his crutches and used them to hop with his one foot to the door. When he answered the door, Daniel found a white bearded gentleman dressed in a business suit.

"Hello, Daniel," the man stuck out his hand. Dan glared at it, but didn't accept the handshake. "I'm here about an urgent matter. Might I come in?"

"Who are you?"

"I think that I'm someone who can help you get what you desire."

Dan's glare turned into a frown. "How does what I want become an urgent matter?"

The older man smiled a toothy grin. "Urgent to me, fortuitous for yourself."

"And you seem to know what I want?"

"I do," he answered. "Would you let me in if I told you that I could help you rain Hell down on Cynthia Palmer?"

For the first time in a long time, Dan felt the edges of his mouth curl up. He hopped out of the way of the door and allowed the older gentleman to enter.

"My name," he said as he took Dan's seat in front of the console television, "is Martin Murray."

"Tell me Martin," Dan sat on the console tv and left his crutches leaning against the nearby wall, "what can you do about Cynthia Palmer?"

"Absolutely nothing," Martin frowned. "Unfortunately, my efforts against her have been met with resistance." His frown was replaced with a smile that made Dan feel uneasy. "But I can help you do what I couldn't."

"How's that?"

Martin reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a pill bottle and a flask.

"Take both of these and you'll be able to ruin her life." He handed them to Dan who proceeded to look them over.

"And these are?"

Martin raised an eyebrow. "A pill to kill you and an elixir to revive you."

"How is my dying supposed to hurt Cynthia Palmer?"

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