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    Crossing The Streams 1 – Somewhere Out

    Erin’s eyes widen, taking the statement in.

    Erin: Really?

    Jillian: That was another compliment.

    Erin: Yes, I know! I know, it’s just… I don’t know, this is just…

    Jillian: A bit forward?

    Erin: A little. Who do you even have in mind to set me up with for a date? I’m not a fan of blind dates.

    Jillian: Good. Because you’re going out with me.

    Erin: You?

    She closes her eyes and shakes her head for an instant, taking this all in before opening her eyes again.

    Erin: You want… us to go out? On a date? Like a date-date?

    Jillian sighs.

    Jillian: Yes, I’m asking you out. Besides, what’s the worst that can happen? We get kicked out of some place and then we come back here and laugh about it, ‘cause it would have to be seriously epic to get you kicked out of somewhere!

    Erin: No, it’s not that it’s just… I…

    Erin’s eyes look downward, prompting Jillian’s eyes to cross to her right.

    Jillian: Whuh-woh.

    Erin: Jillian?

    Jillian’s eyes focus back on Erin, whose eyes look back to Jillian’s.

    Jillian: Look, you need this. We need this. We both need to be able to have fun without it always involving work or occasionally blowing stuff up.

    Erin: I thought occasionally blowing stuff up was part of your job.

    Jillian: That’s not the point, the point is you need to get out and enjoy life a little and I wanna be there with you while you do it. So call it a date, call it a girls’ night out, call it whatever you want. Just be dressed and ready to go at Five-Fifty-Nine.

    Erin: Five-Fifty-Nine? Why not just Six?

    Jillian: Because…

    She leans closer to Erin’s face.

    Jillian: That way we get one extra minute together.

    Jillian’s smile reels Erin in during the moment. Erin’s arms uncross and her hands now find themselves placed on Jillian’s shoulders. Erin smiles and nods.

    Erin: Okay. Five-Fifty-Eight tomorrow. We can aim for two extra minutes instead.

    Jillian: Nice.

    The two begin to pull away only for their hands to wind up together.  Both are quick to notice as they look at their hands, then to each other.  At first, both are at a loss for words.  Erin tries to think of anything to kill off the silence.

    Erin: Um, Abby said I needed to talk with you.

    Jillian: You just did. I’m glad. Alright, Gilbert go home and get some sleep. I’m overnighting.

    Erin smirks.

    Erin: Yes ma’am. Goodnight.

    Jillian: Goodnight, Erin. Thanks for the talk… and the… girls’ night out tomorrow.

    Erin finally backs away, letting go of Jillian’s hands. Almost at the door, she turns back to Jillian who can only look on. Jillian sees her smile again.

    Erin: You mean our date tomorrow.

    Erin closes the door behind her and Jillian’s smile becomes more exciteable. Her hands become fists of happiness to match clinched teethed smile on her face. Her fists begin to shake and her boots lead to a few miniature stomps.

    Jillian: Eeeeee!  Yesyesyesyesyes! Yes!

    It is a fist pump in celebration. Jillian had finally reached a point where she was no longer concerned with trying to rationalize how she become so smitten. She was now embracing it and at this moment, there is an ember of a chance that Erin just might embrace it as well.

    As Jillian eventually makes her way back downstairs to check on her gadgets and the containment unit, a spirit comes forth high in the atmosphere above New York. His tag reads “Spengler” and he is here for the Ghostbusters of this world.

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