"I can hear you," she said, but the darkness didn't lift. She shivered.
"I love you, Mary Jane Watson, more than anything. I never told you because I couldn't… I… I couldn't let you get hurt. If they found out, if they knew…
"If I wasn't this… thing… then I'd never let you go. I'd take you anywhere, I'd…" The darkness shimmered, and suddenly he was beside her, in a room she didn't know, couldn't see. She could see nothing, really, but Peter's face, so near to her, looking at her with an expression she couldn't quite read.
"You look cold… Here, take my jacket…" MJ felt the familiar fabric settle over her shoulders, already warm.
"Why is this happening to me, Peter?" she asked, "Why don't you come back to all of them, show everyone you're not dead?"
"We'll show them, MJ," came the reply, "You and me, we'll prove them all wrong. You just have to wake up."
"No!" she cried, into the growing darkness, "No, it can't be a dream, you can't…"
"Please wake up, MJ. Please. You just have to wake up."
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A/N: Thanks to everybody who's been reading and sticking with me through da hard times. I want you all to know that this WILL be finished, hopefully today--by the time you're reading this it may all be posted, in fact. Thank you a million times over for... everything, really. Especially those of you who encouraged me to keep up with it.