I sped over to my new home on the rooftop, quickly grabbing the money so the Spider-Tracer wouldn't detect that I was staying there for too long. I stuffed the thousands of dollars in a trash bag and attached a note to it. I then ran it over to police head quarters, stashing it on the chief's desk. I waited until he returned, and then I left out the window.

"NYPD:

Here's some of the extra money. I know it won't erase what I've done, but I hope it helps. Spider-Man made that clear. The rest of the stolen money was used for my rent. Mr. Standa should make a deposit of about $9000 soon. And, don't bother looking for any of my family members. You'll just be wasting time. Thanks, and I' m really sorry. I know what I did was wrong, but it's hard out here when you're all alone.

Sorry,

Saint Jimmy"

I knew it wouldn't fix what I've done, and I knew I'd still be wanted by the police. But now I felt all warm and fuzzy inside. I had slipped the Spider-Tracer on the money, so now all I had to do was get out of sight.

A week later I was out on the rooftop, smoking a cigarette and watching the traffic below. I'd been doing this everyday since the day Josh died. The thing that killed me most was that I couldn't make his funeral. But I know where he's buried. Next to Mom and Step-Dad. I'll visit him soon...I'm not ready now.

I sat on the ground and started playing on my guitar. There's something soothing about stroking the strings and producing a soft, vibrant sound.

"It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right

I hope you had the time of your life."

That's when someone walked through the access door. I didn't care, since I did not have my mask on. It was Billie-Joe, Mike and Tre.

"What can I do you for, boys?"

"Jimmy, what the hell is going on? These four girls came crashing to our room asking for you!"

"How long have you known?" I asked them, staring them down.

"Since the elevator. I'm sorry we didn't say anything."

I got up and placed my guitar down.

"Okay...these girls...what did they look like?"

"One was dressed in red, one in green, and one in blue and white."

"Oh god dammit! They're the Elementoria freak-shows. Okay, I need you to...-"

I was cut off when Spider-Man jumped in front of me.

"Stay back! She's innocent!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Billie-Joe said. "She's a kid."

Spider-Man spun around and looked at me. He sighed.

"For a moment I thought I knew you."

"You thought I was Saint Jimmy, huh? Damn, do I really make it that obvious?"

"Not really." Mike said with a faint smile.

"What? You mean, you're...?"

I nodded. My secret was out. They wouldn't tell, right?

"Like we were saying, these four girls are after you. We'd better go." Tre blurted out.

"No. No, they've been after me for a long time. I gotta know what's up."

"They have guns!"

"I won't let them hurt you."

Right on cue, the four girls flew onto the rooftop.

"Ugh! Elementoria is much cleaner than this."

"God dammit! Who is this Elementoria person? What does she want with me?"

"She? No, no, dear. Elementoria is a planet."

"What?"

"Jimmy, as they call you, we realize that this will impact you greatly, and that we approached you incorrectly. May we explain?"

"Damn right. What does some planet want with me?" I told them.

"You, Miss Jimmy, are the heir."