"I can't believe Gary won't let me be a Ghostbuster anymore," Phoebe says, sighing afterward. "I mean, I'm mature enough. I've done this before. And now I can't because of my age!"

You guys are at the park, sitting on the benches with the tables. She sighs again, closing her eyes. You're her best friend, and due to the loneliness at the house, you're the only one she can talk to until the others get back.

"There's gotta be something I can do about it," She says, opening her eyes again and looking into your eyes.