Once Peter Parker stepped onto the streets, he wasn't expecting that it would be so quiet and filled with only a few people nearby whom are minding their own business. Still, in the end, they couldn't help themselves but glance upon him in his undies, eliciting a weary sigh from him.

Nevertheless, Peter went on and moved forward as he tries to endure all the shame and embarrassment. He must get to a store immediately. Luckily for him, he still had his wallet with him which is currently in his undies right now.

Peter could hear whispers and see looks of surprise and shock in which he can't blame. After all, any person would do any of those things when they see a naked man walking on a public street like it was nothing.

Still, one thing began to bother him. It was the fact that every people he sees were all completely Japanese.

Am I in Japan right now? I hope not.

After half an hour of finding himself a store, Peter finally found one and quickly proceeded to go in. But what he found greatly shocked him. He found out that the people there were also Japanese. All the signs and price tags there were all in Japanese too. Just everything he saw in the Store just screams Japanese. Then there's the TV which is showing the news in the country of Japan. And Japan only.

Yep. I'm technically in Japan. This just explains everything. Thank God, I've learned half of their language from School.

Peter was a bit peeved at his current situation. Just what the world is coming to? First he meets a girl with a cryptic word, now he ends up in Japan. Just his luck.

I'm so proud of myself.

As Peter was about to take a step forward to buy himself some clothes. He comes across a mirror along the way. There, he finally got a good look of himself which scared and surprised Peter even more than ever. He looked younger than ever. If he had to guess, he looked like during his teenage years. Sixteen years old to be exact. If he's actually seeing what he's seeing, the words that the mysterious girl said to him began to make sense to him yet Peter refused to believe it. He just can't accept it because her words included about him being in a different world and he just can't believe that. It's preposterous to even think about it. It's just not possible.

Realizing he's just wasting time now, Peter shook his head to clear the thoughts filling his head right now. He should move onwards and observe for now. Not dillydallying on something unbelievable.

To not appear so suspicious than he already is, Peter quickly settles in to get himself a new sets of clothes before heading to the cashier whom luckily gave him a discount.

After he was done, Peter was pleased with himself that he's no longer gonna have to endure the cold, shame, and embarrassment.

He was now wearing a simple plain red hoodie and a green cargo pants along with a pair of red and blue sneakers. It feels nice for him to finally wear some clothes. He also bought a new undie considering it got dirty after lying on an alley for who knows how long.

Clearing the negatives in his head, Peter took a deep breath and exhaled before forcing himself to smile.

Guess I should find a place to stay for the night...

As Peter finally left the store and took a step outside, he saw a ruckus on the other side of the street in which he decided to intervene with no hesitation, leading him hurrying on their street.

Peter could see it was a heated argument between an old man and a tall muscular street thug.

Once Peter got close, he quickly placed a hand on the street thug's shoulder, "Hey, fella, don't you think you're being a little bit too harsh on the elderly?"

At that, the street thug quickly swatted his hand off and slowly turned his attention to Peter, "You got a lot of nerve, kid, talking back to me. Maybe I should teach you a lesson by kicking your ass."

"How about no?" Peter suggested as he took a step back at his opponent who towers over him.

And that was it, the thug had enough. He launches a fist onto Peter's face which didn't end well as Peter easily caught his punch with his palm before successfully sending a kick to the thug's groin, eliciting a painful yelp out of him.

"Put some ice on that." Peter quipped with a small smile as the thug dropped himself on the ground, holding his precious item, "You're gonna need it."

"Peter?" A familiar old voice snapped him out of his wits. A voice that could only belong to someone important to him, leading Peter to decide to find out if it was indeed him.

He turned around and what he saw shocked him more than anything else that has ever happened to him. It was him. It was actually him.

"Uncle Ben?" Peter croaked out in surprise with tears slowly coming out of his eyes.

"Peter? Dear lord. It's indeed you." His Uncle said to him with tears slowly coming out of his eyes too.

In no more than a second, the two hugged each other and they were reunited once again.

"Where were you after all these years, my boy? You've been missing for three years, Peter. Where were you?"

So this is what she meant...