The dizziness stopped. All was silent and still. The rush of being propelled forward stopped as well. We didn't move.

"Did we make it?"

"I hope so."

Connors opened the door, and I was the first to step outside. I sniffed the air. I checked the sights.

"We're in a sewer. Again."

"Super." Spider-Man said, stepping out.

"Ah!" Connors smiled, rushing out and leading us into darkness. "It transported us to my lab in our world! Yes, we made it!"

"Great! Thank God."

"Yeah. Now I gotta go teach Mysterio a lesson." Spidey said, punching his fist into his hand.

"Uh…remember what he said? What if you're 'evil' and wanted by the cops?"
"She's right, you know. I suggest you take a look around first. See what trouble he's caused."

Spider-Man nodded. "Right. Okay, let's go. Thanks for all your help, Doc."

"Yes. Thanks." I added.

He waved a hand. "Not a problem. Now go save the world, you two!"

"Will do."

Following Connors directions, we made it out alive. I poked my unmasked face out of the pothole. "We're clear." I said. Spider-Man, who was still wearing the sunglasses from before, as I was, came out next.

"Right. Well, might as well stop by the Bugle offices. They'll have the latest news."

I nodded, about to fly off. He grabbed my wrist. "Uh…heh…let's take a taxi."

We paid the driver and rushed through the revolving doors and into the elevator. We took it to the right floor, and belted into Jameson's office without knocking. I stopped for a moment, then went back outside. Spider-Man came out.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't go inside. What if he says your name?"

"Nighty, after all we've been through, I think it's safe either way."

"Really? You mean…just like that?"

"We need to trust each other fully. I trust you. Do you trust me?"

"With my life."

He nodded, then took of his sunglasses. I gasped. "Where have I seen you before?"

He smiled as I took mine off. "Hey! I know you!"

We both laughed. We just couldn't figure it out. How did we know each other?

We heard Jameson yell, so we went back inside.

"What the hell was that? Oh, its only you, Parker."

"Parker?" I asked. Why was that name so familiar? I know I've heard it before…

"Who's the girlfriend?"

"This is…uh…"

"I'm Jamie, sir. A friend of…Parker's. We have some questions to ask you, sir."

Jameson slammed his hand on the desk.

"So do I, missy! Where the hell have you been, Parker? Not one picture of Spider-Man!"

"I've been feeling under the weather lately, sir. Can you fill me in?"

"Sure. Spider-Man's gone crazy! Robbing banks, breaking criminals out of jail, and now he's gone and done the impossible!"

"Which is?"

He smirked. "Where the hell have you been that you haven't seen this? On Mars?"
"That'd be closer to the truth than what actually happened." I laughed.

"Huh?"
"What happened, J.J.?"

"Fine. Whatever!" he threw a newspaper across his desk at us. We looked down at the cover. "Spider-Man's attacked the Fantastic Four. It's an all-time low, even for him."

Spider-Man's face grew pale. "What?"

"Yep. Sad, ain't it? He's hospitalized Sue and Johnny Storm. The other two are pretty beat up."

"Where can I find them?"
"What? You wanna give them a hug?"

"Mr. Jameson!" I shouted.

"They're at their own special little clinic in their own Baxter Building. They're not about to smile for pictures, Parker."

Spider-Man nodded. I smiled. "Thank you, sir."

We walked outside the office, and he hushed me before I could get a word out.

"We've got to see them."

"But how?"

"They know who I am. But, not you."