Wendy was waiting for Peter when he got back home from Westchester.

"Hey, Wendy, long time no see," Peter said cheerfully. "Is Mom home?"

"She's downstairs," said Wendy.

"Great!" Peter made for the stairs.

"Wait, Peter, there's something you should know," said Wendy, but it was too late. He had already run past her and headed down —

and then Peter was back, moving quickly even by his standards. He closed the door behind himself and shuddered, his eyes wild.

"... tell me I saw Mom kissing someone dressed up as Magneto."

"I tried to warn you," said Wendy glumly.