[Venkman looks like he's about to have a fucking stroke.

There's a part of him that wants to scream. For a few different reasons. He can't believe this. He shouldn't believe this. This guy- he's gotta be fucking with him, right? It's a joke, a stupid joke that's way sicker than he thinks it is, because Venkman's been driving himself up the wall looking for Ray everywhere, and this-

But God, wouldn't it be fitting for them to have both been so fucking stupid as to miss the obvious right under their noses? Isn't it just like the universe to do this to them?

Universes. Oh God, if he's right- it's universes.

Very slowly, Venkman crosses the room to this stranger, and, standing in front of this stupid Ghostbusters arcade machine, he clasps the other man's hands in his. Hard. And stares into his eyes.]

I need- I need you to tell me something. Right now, ok? i should've- God, I've been so fucking stupid, I should've asked you the other night-

Tell me your name. Please. Don't- don't fuck with me, ok, tell me the truth.