[Michael gently wraps one of his shadow tendrils around Venkman's hand, like a baby instinctively grasping someone's finger. Egon carefully watches, leaning his chin against his hand.]

We can see what Michael is comfortable with. [A pause.] Perhaps it is best that Kirby is not out of her containment unit while I work with Michael--

[And then Egon cuts himself off, staring at Venkman as if something had just occurred to him.]

Why are you up at three-thirty two in the morning?