I tried to straighten out the wrinkles in my dress and I fixed my crown so it fit firmly on my head.

I tried to calm down, although I knew that wasn't possible. In the escape pod was my beloved black mask. I tied it around my wrist. I didn't want it to get in the way of seeing my home again.

People had seen the crash and were running over. I didn't want to be seen, so I closed my eyes and squeezed them hard.

Invisible...turn invisible...

Before I knew it, I was completely transparent. Wow, those training sessions back at Elementoria really paid off. I could control all my powers now!

I flew up to Times Square and peeked inside the window of the Daily Bugle offices. I was hoping Spidey...I mean Peter...would be there. I don't know, maybe Jameson had him working a double shift or something. But no, he wasn't there. And I didn't know where to find him.

But boy, was I tired. I wanted to sleep so badly, but where? That's when I remembered that I had a hideout on top of the hotel Green Day was staying at. Gosh, I hope they're still here filming that movie.

Sure enough, my bed was still there. But my guitar, my photos, everything was gone. I remember that I asked Green Day to take care of my stuff. I'd have to visit them in the morning. And I'd need to find a place to live.

So even though I was sleeping on a crate, I felt more at home than I ever did. I was in my fancy silver dress, my crown next to my bed, and my mask tied to my wrist. I was actually happy.

The next morning I fixed my dark brown hair up in a bun and fitted my crown on top. My dress was a little wrinkled, but it didn't matter. I wanted to see everyone.

I went outside to meet the day. It was a beautiful sunrise, and I just stood there and enjoyed the sun's heat. I felt my entire body soaking it in, and I sighed with comfort. You really take these things for granted.

I started flying near the rooftops, searching for Spider-Man. He had to be out, right? It'd been three years.

I searched on every rooftop for hours, and I figured I wasn't going to find him. Finding Spider-Man in the city was like finding a needle in a haystack. He could be anywhere.

I sat on an air-conditioning system. I was high up on the roof, and it gave an amazing view of Times Square. I was overjoyed to be back home. It was a miracle. It really was.

As I sat dazed on the rooftop, that's when I saw this black blur moving across the skyline. He was swinging.

Oh my god. It had to be him!