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Maybe it was because he had answered wrong.
He should have said... Yes.
But if he was going to get sent to some interdimensional plane as a punishment for his insolence towards Gozer... this was pretty damn unexpected. As far as what he imagined interdimensional planes went. It looked a hell of a lot like panhandle farm land.
DIRT was written on the side of a collapsing barn...
Well, maybe not. But the satellites on top of the rather verge of collapsing itself looking, possibly Victorian era, home did look promising...
Ray realized he was still holding his proton pack, and it was humming in his hands... Had they blasted the Destroyer? Had Gozer so much as blinked?
Was New York City a pile of ash and ruin at this point?
Things were fuzzy and Ray felt an uneasiness in his stomach. He turned the proton wand off and holstered it back, walking towards the house. His boots cut grooves into the tilled earth and something... he wasn’t sure what, made him kneel down and place a hand on the ground. He wiped at the dirt between rows... Something metal.
And then he heard a car rolling up the dirt pathway. He glanced to it at first, thinking it was odd a car would be here but then he stood. Not just any car.
The Ecto-1. His Ecto.
Some kid with long hair was driving it...
And it was beat all to hell.
