What woke me out of my daze was the sound of a door closing.

"Miles?" I called out as I got off the stool and once more pocketed my cell-phone.

"Yes, it's me, sir," 'Miles' said as he entered the kitchen and set a couple bag of groceries on the counter. "I am alright now. And you don't have to worry about my telling anyone, sir." I was completely aware of what he was talking about, but I asked him what he meant anyway.

"What I mean, sir, is that you supposedly died a few days ago and yet, you're not dead now. I don't know how or what happened, but I've seen enough of the strange things of your father's to know to keep quiet." I nodded solemnly and walked over to help him un-pack the bags. But when I reached him, he stopped me and shook his head. "You are the Master of this house now, sir. I cannot have you assisting me with chores." I looked at him doubtfully for a moment, but he was firm on not having me help him so I left the kitchen.

The rest of the day went by pretty slowly. MJ stopped by around noon with lunch for me, and after that, I just hung around the house for the rest of the afternoon.

Then, around an hour before I was supposed to meet the mysterious girl, the doorbell rang and 'Miles' announced that Peter was here. I got up as he came into the room.

"Hey, bud," I called and he smiled.

"How 'ya doing, Harry?' He asked, coming over to where I was standing. I could tell he was still a little on edge, but only slightly.

"As fine as I'll ever be," I replied and invited him to sit down. As we sat down, 'Miles' came in and asked us if we wanted anything to drink.

"No, thanks," Peter said, situating himself on the cushion.

"Nothing for me either, 'Miles'," I called to him. He nodded and left the room. "So. Any particular reason you came over here so late?" I asked after a minute.

"Just to see my buddy." Peter smiled again. "I felt bad for leaving you and MJ earlier."

"Don't be." I shook my head. "You had a job to do. I know how it is." Peter looked down at the floor and nodded slowly. He knew I was still a little…uncomfortable with all that. I changed topic to my mysterious phone call. Maybe Peter could help me.

"Hey, Pete, I was wondering. Since you've had a lot more…experience with this type of thing, maybe you could help me." Peter's head shot up.

"I'm listening."

"This morning, strangely early I might add, this young woman called me. I have no idea who she is and she wouldn't give a name. She just asked how I was doing and then hung up…" I paused. Peter shook his head to show he was listening and urged me to go on. "And then, this afternoon, she called again. This time, she said that I could call her G and I better not try to find her and that she had helped me once but I shouldn't expect it again. And then, when I demanded that she explain and tell me where to find her, she told me to meet her at the corner of Cooper and Allen on the poorer side of the city." I looked expectantly at Peter. He was staring at the wall; concentrating. I leaned back in my chair and waited. After a moment or two, he shook himself out of it and responded.

"What exactly are you asking me to do?" I sighed.

"I don't know. I guess…"

"Do you want me to come with you; just in case?" I sighed again; deeper this time.

"Yeah. I guess that's what I want. I don't know. Part of me thinks this is nothing and the other part is warning me. I guess it would be good to take extra precautions. Just in case she brings a partner or something." I looked up at the grandfather clock that was standing against the wall by where Peter was sitting. It was 11:20. "Well, if we're going, we should probably go right now. It takes around 20 minutes to get to where we're supposed to meet her."

"I could swing us over there," Peter suggested as we rose and started to walk out of the room. I shook my head.

"I'd rather not tip off a stranger that my best friend has super-powers just yet. Walking is fine." Peter nodded in agreement and we headed out the door.

Approximately twenty minutes later, we arrived at our destination.

"She doesn't seem to be here yet," Peter whispered to me.

"Yeah," I agreed as I looked around the abandoned alley. "Let's wait." I was about to walk forward when I felt hot breath against my neck and a soft, feminine voice whispered into my ear, "Welcome, Mr. Osborn."