MJ stared into the night sky. She ran to the same hospital that Peter was in and described Aunt May's situation to the doctors. They quickly took her to the emergency room. After an hour, the doctor had assured MJ that Aunt May was going to be just fine. MJ breathed a sigh of relief. Then she remembered that Peter still wasn't there. She excused herself, and when she was out of the doctor's sight, MJ ran up the stairs to the roof. She was looking for any sign of Peter. After about an hour of anxiety, worry, and concern, she saw a large figure swing through the sky.
"PETER!" screamed MJ.
Peter heard a voice scream his name. He turned and saw MJ. He quickly changed course and landed beside her on the roof.
"Peter!" she said as she embraced him.
"MJ, I'm glad you're OK. What happened to Aunt May?" asked a worried Peter.
"The doctor said she's going to be fine," replied MJ.
Peter held onto MJ tightly-if only this moment could last forever. The pain in his ribs, though, reminded him that there was another thing that he had to take care of. Peter let go of MJ reluctantly. He stared into her emerald green eyes for a long time and said, "MJ, I have to go to Dr. Connors tonight. I really have to find out what's going on with me."
MJ nodded and said worriedly, "Promise me you'll be careful."
Peter kissed her forehead and said, "I promise."
Peter turned and with one last glance, he swung away.