I felt a hand on my shoulder. No, no! I didn't care. I wasn't letting go of him. Not my brother. I held him in my arms, crying over his peaceful face. He's asleep, that's all...he can't be gone.

"Jimmy. Jimmy, the cops will be here soon, come on."

"I'm not leaving him!" I screamed.

"Jimmy, come on."

"No! No! He's my brother! No!"

Spider-Man picked me up. I was kicking, screaming, and crying. He brought me up onto a rooftop a few blocks away. I wasn't angry. I was crying into his chest.

"Oh my god! Oh my god oh my god oh my god! No...no..."

"It's okay...I'm here, Jimmy. I'm here for you."

I fell onto the floor and cried.

"No...he can't be gone, Spidey...he just can't..." My voice fell soften and softer.

He held me closer, squeezing me.

"Jimmy, ah...Jimmy, listen to me. There are over a dozen officers on their way...ugh...Listen to me, Jimmy! Jimmy, just calm down...I need you to focus, Jimmy, these people think you're a criminal! Did you or did you not rob that bank?"

Still hysterical crying, I nodded. "I...I can explain..."

"Jimmy, I know you just lost someone very close to you, but these police officers won't care now that you're 'evil'. You need to explain to me now!"

I held him.

"Josh...Josh...he...he spent all the money...all the rent money on...drugs. I needed money...I needed money or we'd be thrown out...I robbed a bank...I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Spidey...I'll give some back...I will...please...help me...I need you're help."

"You did?"

"Yes..." I sniffled.

"No...no no, Jimmy! Ah no!"

"I don't live there anymore, so it doesn't matter. Mr. Standa...he has the money."

"Why didn't you just ask for help?" He asked me.

"I...I was embarrassed. I...I didn't...I'm sorry. I was afraid social services would come..."

"Jimmy, this isn't gonna fly with the police." He told me. Come on! Where was the sympathy I needed right now? I couldn't believe this...I couldn't believe him.

"Spidey...lemme get it...I promise...lemme get the extra money...lemme..."

"No, no, I can't let you do that."

"Wh...what?"

I couldn't believe it. Now, when I needed him the most, he turned his back on me. Now. When my brother dies, he thinks the law is above my needs and personal matters.

"Spider-Man...I'll get the money! I will! I'll pay it all back!"
"That won't erase you're actions." He told me.

I closed my eyes.

"Some friend you turned out to be." I told him, and I started to fly off. He grabbed my leg and stuffed a Spider-Tracer down my sock. I acted like I didn't notice. Good. This way he'll know I wasn't lying.

And from now on, I won't apologize. Not if they didn't even care. I won't apologize, 'cause there's no place I can go now. I live on a fucking roof, and now Josh was gone. I was really all alone now.