"Holtz? Do you live here?" Abby perched her head on her hands, elbows on the table, careful not to touch anything that looked too radioactive. Patty and Erin had gone home, and Abby had stayed behind to finish working on her latest hypothesis. She'd sat and watched Holtz solder and dance at the same time for over an hour, until she finally walked over to the eccentric blonde.

"Whaaaaaaat?" Holtz's eyes widened as she tilted her head back and pushed her bottom jaw out, pulling her safety glasses down onto the tip of her nose, motorbike goggles holding her hair out of her face as always.

"Do you live here, Jillian?" Abby never used Holtz's first name. The sound of it caused Holtz to level her head, and push her glasses back onto her face, turning out around to pick up a piece of sheet metal.

"I think I could make a proton riot shield. Like the proton puncher, but a full riot shield." Holtz held the shield between her and Abby. "I have attached two handles to it." A peace sign appeared from behind the shield, but no Holtz. Abby leaned forward, using the desk to push her up, and grabbed the top of the shield pushing it down to the floor, uncovering Holtz.

"Do you live here?" Abby asked again. Anyone else, and her patience would have worn out by the 2nd time asking, but her patience with Holtzmann was infinite. It was hard for Holtz to talk about something she didn't want to talk about.

"I… I do sleep here. Don't you think a riot shield would be a good idea?" Holtz tried to lift the shield back up, but Abby ripped it from her grip, putting it down next to her, leaning it against the wall under the window ledge.

"I know you sleep here. Do you live here?" The small nod was the only tell of Holtz's answer, and Abby took a look of sympathy. "What happened to the apartment?"

"Noise complaints. And I burned a hole through to the apartment under me." Abby sighed, stepping round the table to pull Holtz into a hug. Neither of them were really the hugging type, but Holtz was uncomfortable talking about herself. Abby had known her long enough that Holtz was a closed book, and only opened when she wanted to share. Which was once in a blue moon. "But it's okay. This place is good. It has drinkable water, electricity. It's really close to where I work." Abby could only laugh as Holtz started telling her about the perks of living at the fire house.

"Jillian!" Abby was on her feet in no time, leaving Patty to get Erin up, who were close on her heels. Abby slid to a halt by the window, the cold wind of a New York Winter biting into her and it swirled round the office, blowing forgotten papers off desks, nothing more important than the safety of their engineer. First Abby, then Patty, then a goo covered Erin slid up to the window, hands on the ledge, glass biting into their hands, as they looked down for Holtz.

Abby was shaking. She remembered everything Rowan did in her body. Smashing the proton packs, throwing Holtz across the room, throwing the pipe at Patty, smashing Holtz through the window. Dropping her. Reliving those memories made her sick. Watching it happen again almost had her dry heave.

"Holtzy!" Patty's panicked yell from next to her drew her out of her memories, joining the other two to look down. Only there was no Holtz. Shattered glass littered the streets, but no Holtz. No blood either, which had Abby sighing so hard in relief she could have passed out.

"Um, guys?"

"Holtz?" The three Ghostbusters leaned further out of the window, looking directly down. "Holtz are you there?"

"It appears the shield has a parachute use. Well, for a while. If possible, could you please make your way to the street? Quick march!" Abby wasted no time following Holtz's dismembered voice, Erin and Patty clattering down the stairs as she jumped onto the fireman's pole, running faster than she ever had done before to the main doors, running into the thankfully empty street. Glass cracked under her foot. "Hello Abby." Abby shot her vision straight up, and made eye contact with Holtz, the latter smiling down at her.

"Holtz…" The shield had gotten caught on the two flagpoles that protruded from the front of the building, acting as a perch for the shield, which spanned across them, the handles attached to the shield allowing for Holtz to keep a grip on the shield and not fall to the glass covered street, 8 ft. below her. Patty and Erin stopped alongside her, glancing around at the glass, then at Abby, quickly following her line of sight.

"Holtzy!"

"Holtzmann!"

"Hello everyone." Holtz almost waved, before remembering where she was, and reapplied her grip to the shield.

"Holtzmann, listen. Let go on the count of three. We'll catch you." Erin directed Patty and Abby to stand directly under Holtz. Evidently when Erin said 'we' she really just meant Patty and Abby. "Okay, drop!"

Abby paused the video. Most of the city had now seen 'Ghostbuster Thrown Through Window' on YouTube. Holtz herself hadn't watched it. All Holtz had done since was push desks up against the window. The fire house probably lost 50% of its natural light, and Holtz would play it off as making her workshop more 'open plan', but to Abby it was clear. Holtzmann was scared of being near windows. She couldn't blame her. Abby had never felt what it is like to be thrown through windows, having your body used to smash through thick glass, but it was a clear sign. Holtzmann was capable of having a limit.

Holtz had a knowledge of basic safety.

Holtz knew when to stop.

Holtz wasn't likely to fry herself on an experimental portal machine to become a ghost and wreak havoc on New York by releasing thousands of ghosts by charging the ley lines.

Holtz wasn't Rowan.

Holtz was Holtz.

And Abby was comforted by that.