When Peter walked into the cafe, his eyes immediately fell on MJ, who was sitting near the windows of the restaurant. Feeling an unexpected wave of relief wash over him, Peter made his way to his friend and sat down across from her.

MJ looked up from the menu she was scanning and took a long look at Peter. "Wow. You look like crap."

Peter scoffed, "Well, good morning to you too, I guess."

"No, seriously," MJ looked at her friend in concern. "You're not looking too good. You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Honestly, I'm wondering if I have," Peter admitted, not meeting MJ's eyes.

MJ frowned, "What do you mean?"

Peter sighed before explaining, "I had another weird dream last night."

"Another one?" MJ raised an eyebrow. "What as this one about? Did you find out you had a long lost twin?"

Peter rolled his eyes, "MJ, I'm being serious here."

MJ's expression softened and a smile appeared on her face, "Sorry, bad joke. What's going on, Pete?"

"I dreamed that I was strolling the streets at night, coming home from somewhere. There was this guilt that was consuming me, and I didn't know why. I turned the corner, and suddenly there was this guy on the ground, my dream self said it was my uncle. He died right in front of me. Then I woke up screaming bloody murder," Peter squirmed in his seat, feeling rather uneasy at the moment.

"Wow, that's a pretty intense dream, Pete," MJ admitted, looking quite concerned.

Peter studied her for a moment. "And now my parents want me to see a therapist. I don't need a shrink, I need answers."

"I don't know, Peter..." MJ seemed hesitant.

Peter stared at his friend in shock, finally taking in her concerned demeanor. "You think I'm going crazy!"

"I did not say that," MJ shook her head.

"I thought you believed me! What the hell, MJ?" Peter felt a stab of betrayal.

"I'm not saying that I don't, Peter," MJ lowered her voice in an attempt to not draw attention from the people around them. "It's just... With what happened to Ned and everything..."

"No, stop right there," Peter held a hand out to stop what she was saying. "I'm not having these dreams because of what happened to Ned. I am not."

"But the dream you had is exactly what happened to..." MJ began again.

Peter cut her off. "You know, why did I even come here? I thought you were on my side, I thought you also believed something else was going on. If you thought I was losing my mind, you should've just said so," Peter stood up. "I don't need to listen to this."

"Peter, wait..." MJ tried to interject.

"Just leave me alone," Peter shook his head as he took off running out the door, feeling his heart clench in sadness.

How Peter ended up at his best friend's grave was beyond him. Everything after running out of the cafe was a huge blur of tears and the feeling that he wanted to throw up.

MJ didn't believe him, she played him from the start. Maybe that's what caused him to break down right now, staring at his friend's grave and wondering why the world seemed to be laughing at his pathetic ass. Now his best friend and his parents thought he needed a shrink, and maybe they were right to be worried. Peter's behavior has become a bit paranoid, but he couldn't help it. If we he was losing his sanity then so be it, but he still couldn't ignore the pit that has found a permanent resting place in his stomach. It was the type of feeling that had him on edge twenty-four seven.

All these dreams really had him freaked out, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he couldn't remember things.

What had he been doing a few days ago? He remembered waking up one morning with a pit in his stomach and suddenly his parents were standing right in front of him. Then the dreams started shortly after that, and the pit in his stomach intensified. A few days ago, Peter wouldn't have even gave a thought about the pit in his stomach, maybe excusing it as the flu or something, but now he couldn't shake the feeling that something was seriously off.

The big give away... He knew Ned was dead, but he couldn't remember him dying... You'd think that he'd remember his best friend's death, especially if his parents said he had nightmares over it for months. It's not amnesia from the trauma, he knows that because the memories aren't cloudy. He literally can't remember anything before waking up with the pit in his stomach. That should be worrying right?

But still, here he was, sitting at his best friend's grave, and Peter couldn't help it. He spoke.

"They tell me your dead," Peter began, "But something doesn't totally feel right here, man. Everything's been weird since I woke up a few days ago... I just... Why am I having these dreams of people who don't exist? Why am I having these feelings of heartbreak and grief like I experienced a person's death way too many times? Why do I have the feeling that I'm missing something completely obvious. I thought MJ would understand, she's always been the one to believe in the supernatural and superstition. But no, she thinks I'm losing my mind and she's agreeing with my parents that I need a shrink.

"But I know I'm not making this up, Ned. I know there's more to the story, but I don't know what to do. I don't know why I feel like a part of me is missing, and for some reason I don't know why I feel as if you're alive. Maybe that's denial, I don't know, but I believe that there's something going on. But I don't know where to turn anymore. I don't know if I can do this alone, Ned. I don't know where to go and I feel so lost..." Peter's voice broke and he cleared his throat, shaking his head. "What am I doing? Damn it, Ned..." Peter felt tears start to escape from his eyes. "I wish you were here, Ned... You always knew what to do... And now I'm talking to a gravestone and maybe I am losing my mind..."

Peter took a moment to collect himself, feeling the breeze float across his shoulder, as if it were someone placing a comforting hand there. Placing a hand on his shoulder, Peter let himself cry for a minute before he got up and walked out of the cemetery, not liking the sad atmosphere that swallowed him whole. Plus, he had an idea of where to go.

As soon as Peter set foot in Osborn tower, he knew he shouldn't be there. He trespassed once already and risking a second time scared the crap out of him. However, he just swallowed that fear and pushed forward. He had a few questions he wanted to ask and he really wanted to talk to JARVIS.

Getting to the lab, Peter turned on the mainframe.

"Welcome back, Mr. Parker," JARVIS's voice greeted.

Peter felt a small laugh escape him, "It's actually really good to hear from you, JARVIS."

"Are you doing alright? Your vitals indicate that you're in distress," JARVIS asked, his voice somehow managing to be come off as worried.

Peter waved off the AI's concern, as if JARVIS could actually see him. "I wanted to ask you a few questions, actually."

"Ask away, I'm happy to help," JARVIS replied.

"Do you have any information that may regard a Ben Parker?" Peter began.

"There's no records of a Ben Parker," JARVIS answered.

Peter bit his lip, trying not to feel too disappointed. "What about Tony Stark?"

"Records indicate that there is no existence of a Tony Stark either, Mr. Parker."

Peter threw up his hands in frustration. Of course he knew that would be the answer he'd receive, but to have it confirmed was so disappointing. He thanked JARVIS, turned off the mainframe and walked out of the building. He had to find answers, he just had to. And if he didn't... Well, then Peter might actually accept the possibility that he was going insane.

Okay, confession, not totally fond of this chapter. I could've done better, but I had to find away to set things in stone without dragging things on too long.

Anyways, don't hate on MJ, I did that for a reason, and you'll see why in the future.

Peter's side will pick up very soon now that I got this chapter out of the way.

Was it good? Was it bad? Feel free to let me know!