“Iggy: Now what? Who you gonna call?A quiet voice in the hallway outside: Ghostbusters!(Captain Perry and John groan)John: That phrase is ruined forever.”

“Who ya gonna call?""Ghostbusters!""That phrase is ruined forever.”

“I feel like, like pudding," Iggy groaned. "Pudding with nerve endings. Pudding in great pain.”

“He's gonna be fine," I confirmed.Can we see him?" Iggy asked.Ig, I hate to break it to you, but you're blind.”

“What are you doing in there, waxing your mustache?” Iggy yelled, pounding on the bathroom door.I yanked the door open and pushed him backward hard, making him stagger. “I don’t have a mustache, you idiot!” Iggy giggled and put his arms up to protect himself in case I punched him. “And you know what?” I added. “You don’t have one either. Well, maybe in a couple years. You can always hope.”I left him in the hallway, anxiously fingering his upper lip.”

“Don’t be afraid.”“I hear voices,” Iggy said. “Be very afraid.”

“What?" I said, suspicion starting to rise in me. "When did they start coming after you?""Was it— was it after the oil-slick Hummer crash?" the Gasman asked Iggy tentatively. My eyes widened. Oil-slick Hummer crash?Iggy rubbed his chin, thinking. "Or maybe it was more— after the bomb," the Gasman said in a low voice, looking down. "I think it was the bomb," Iggy agreed. "That definitely seemed to tick them off.”