I get a roommate

I had to fire another maid today for eating my cereal. What is it with these maids? If they'd just ask, they could raid my fridge all they want. Just ask permission. God. Are you people living in the stone age?

The dishwasher broke again, too. And flooded the kitchen. I can't keep anything cleaned or fixed around this place without a headache. It's damn near enough to make a girl want to learn some home-ec. NOT.

I didn't even care what kind of mess there was at my house. I was so excited about my little project that I nearly forgot to pay the bills on the way out. Hell, I'm surprised I remembered to eat.

The Landgraab Industries Science Facility is an imposing place. They've got this huge geodesic dome next to the main building, and a 12 foot robot statue in the lobby. I wanted to have a closer look at it, but they ushered me in right away.

That place is cooooool. There were all kinds of machines doing all kinds of things that I don't even want to know about, and the whole place was filled with eerie noises: roars and whooshes and hums and bleeps and bloops straight out of a sci fi movie. There were experiments and projects of all kinds going on everywhere I looked. They made me put on a lab coat and protective goggles just to be allowed into the lab areas.

They seem to do a lot of things with plants here. I bet that's what the dome is all about; it's probably a greenhouse. Or a greenhouse  slash  phytogenetic engineering lab. They have a cooling pond out back, too, where they no doubt do weird things with fish.

The head scientist on the afterlife project explained to me that they had developed an intricate and volatile machine that, they hoped, would bring a ghost back to life. Wow. They took the gravestone into a locked room where the highly experimental and probably highly dangerous contraption was housed. They let me watch some of the day-to-day goings-on in the other labs while the experiment was in progress. A guy in a lab coat and pocket protector actually asked me if I wanted to be a test subject. Ha ha!

When it was all over, one of scientists came out and told me that the experiment had not been successful. With an apologetic cough, he said I could try again later, for a price. Well, bullshit. I didn't come looking for them in the first place! They asked me! Then he dropped the bombshell. The ghost whose "remains" I had brought them was now MY ghost. Not mine as in the ectoplasmic embodiment of Zayne Hunter's immortal spirit. Mine as in hey ma look what followed me home.

That's right. He couldn't go back to haunting the Egon's, and I was going to have to take care of him. You see, they hadn't only failed to resurrect the former living Wyatt, they'd managed to mess him up as a ghost. You could still see through him, but he was changed in some ways. No longer an unadulterated ectoplasm being, he could no longer sleep in the ground. He had no "home" to go back to. He was now my responsibility.

Sure enough, there he was waiting for me when I emerged from the lobby into the bright sunlight. Hang on. Whoa. A ghost in bright sunlight? Ghosts come out at night. If Wyatt could be out in the daytime, what else had they done to him?

Did I say "a" ghost? Make that my ghost. I've just adopted a ghost?!?! Holy shit.

I felt horribly guilty for getting Wyatt into this mess, but he seemed to find it all very funny. Being dead probably changes your outlook and improves your sense of humor. I mean, you can't die again, so what is there to lose? You may as well have fun.

There was clearly only one thing to be done.

I had to throw Wyatt a party.