Mary Jane Watson walked quickly to Harry's room. When she was in front of his door, her hand was trembling as she slowly turned the doorknob. 'OK, Mary Jane Watson. Harry needs you now more than ever, so smile for his sake.' she thought with a determined face.
She put on a huge smile and opened the door.
"Hi, Harry. It's me, MJ. I was just-"
However, Mary Jane did not see Harry lying on his bed. She slowly walked towards the window and heard the roar of an engine and an evil, familiar cackle. Mary Jane gasped and was about to turn around when she saw an orange ball fly past her. Her eyes grew wide with horror and fear, and she quickly ran out of the room. A split second after Mary Jane ran out of the door, the bomb detonated. She quickly threw herself onto the floor as everything else in the room turned into a huge pile of ashes. Mary Jane slowly picked herself up and turned to see what remained of the room.
"Oh Harry," she whispered to herself as she stared at the ash covered room. "Why?"