I started to shake. Tears fell from my eyes.

My eyes opened. I was in a room...with four people...Mom...

Mom! Where was she? She's hurt, hurt real bad. Where is she? I need to see her...I need to be there with her.

"Jimmy! Jimmy!" Sue Storm called out.

I leaped out of bed, frantically looking for something...I didn't know what...

"Jimmy? No, where's my Mom? Is she okay?" I answered.

"Jimmy, calm down...stop shaking, Jimmy."

"Where's my Mommy?" I didn't care about anything. I was panicking. I needed my Mom...she needed me!

Sue Storm grabbed me as the others watched in awe. Johnny Storm flamed on, ready incase I do something crazy.

"Jimmy, do you remember the conversation? That was a dream, Jimmy. A dream. This is real, right here. This is real!"

"My Mom..."

"It was a dream, Jimmy. Do you remember?"

I stopped. I started to think. My Mom...all a dream? No, not a dream. A nightmare.

I just relived the most painful moment of my life.

My Mother's Death.

And my Step-Father's Death.

"No...my Mom.."

Tears flooded my eyes. I didn't care about these tests anymore. My Mom...I wanted my Mom! Where was she?

Oh yeah...dead.

They all looked at me, unsure of what to think. I just stood there, trying to make them understand something I could not tell them. I didn't want to tell them. But I've been holding it in for so long...

"The test results will be out soon, okay?"

I looked up into her eyes.

My Mom was really gone. I hadn't thought of that day in years. And I just had a play-by-play. All the events...all the conversations...it was all so accurate...so clear...like it happened yesterday.

"My Mom..." It was all I could think about. All I wanted to think about. But that's all she was now...

Just a memory.

"Your mom, Jimmy, should we call her? Is everything okay?" Mr. Fantastic asked.

I shook my head.

"My Mom..."

"What's her name? Her phone number? How can we help?"

Help? Psh! They wanted her name! Her number! That's my real life! My secret life! That's all they wanted!

"You don't care! What, you think I'm stupid? I'm not telling you my last name, or my phone number!"

"Ooh! We didn't mean it like that, Jimmy. We want to help."

"You can't help? Okay?"

"Why not?"

"BECAUSE SHE'S DEAD!"

I collapsed on the floor, hysterically crying. She was gone. Just like that. Right before my eyes.

The floor was covered in my tears. I looked down into the puddle. I could see my reflection. I was alone. I really was.

That's when we all noticed Spider-Man at the window.

He rushed over to me, hugged me tight.

"Jimmy..."

He was kneeling in my tears. His tights were getting soaked. But he was crying, too. Why? He didn't know her. I looked around. They were all crying. All of them. Why?

I noticed Johnny Storm wasn't flaming anymore. Did this mean they understood? Did they trust me? Do they know why I'm like this? Miserable, secretive, a loner?

I didn't want to let go of Spider-Man. It was comforting to hold him...for him to hold me. I didn't show any signs of letting go of him, nor him of letting go of me. We held eachbother, as if telling all of our secrets, our doubts, our fears and our pain to one another.

I didn't want it to end. It was unreal. The truth was so unfair and painful...

I didn't want to let go...

Then he slipped from my arms just like that. And I was alone again...

Fuck.