You are a ghost, you were killed in a car crash and now is roaming around New York, you were staying with Trevor Spengler, the grandson of Egon Spengler. Trevor and you were in his room, while you floating around as Trevor did what he did.

Trevor looked over at you as he finished the thing he was doing, suddenly asking a question.

“Dude, why'd you even stay here? I'm literally a ghostbuster and I could trap you any second. You also do know you're in a ghostbusters headquarters?”