A townhouse mansion, forty feet wide at least, just off Park Avenue. A man staggered down the sidewalk, made his way up the steps and into the house.

He drifted toward the front door.

He was still drifting, now through the opulent first floor of the empty mansion. Some light and noise from upstairs, he drifted toward that.

Up a staircase. Down a hall. Up another staircase. There was a light at the top of these stairs.

Into the master suite. Into a closet the size of most New York apartments. Past rows and rows and rows of tailored suits. Past a column of hanging neckties, there must be five hundred of 'em. Toward the open to the master bathroom, all gleaming white tile and polished silver.

Norman Osborn, scraped and singed by the explosion, splashed water on his face, desperately.

He looked up, into the mirror, face dripping. He peered closer, at his face. Something strange was happening. The features weren't solid, they're moving, melting, as if Norman had dropped some extremely heavy acid.

Now, to his horror, his face actually tore in two, ripping right down the middle, and one whole face slithers out of his own, taking up position right next to it.

But this was a hideous face, faintly resembling his own. It was mechanical, grotesque, with a sickening greenish hue. In fact, if it looked like anything, it's that insect-looking helmet back in the lab at OsCorp, the one that was used to control that flying glider.

The second face spoke, with a voice that is like Osborn's, but different, warped, other-than-human. This was the Green Goblin's voice.

"Osborn..." Goblin said.

"Who... who are you?!" Norman said.

"I am the voice you refuse to hear...The dream you're afraid to remember..." Goblin said.

"What do you want?" Norman said.

"To say what you won't... To do what you can't..." Goblin said.

"What do you mean?" Norman said.

"You already know..." Goblin said.

Horrified, Osborn shakes his head from side to side- no, not that- It seems he does know.

"There is a weak link." Goblin said.

"No!" Norman said.

"A threat to the company." Goblin said.

"Don't talk like that!" Norman said.

"One day he will destroy it." Goblin said.

"Don't say these things!" Norman said.

"Lay waste to your grandfather's company..." Goblin said.

"Please..." Norman said.

"Unless he's stopped. Before it's too late." Goblin said.

"That isn't true!" Norman said.

"You believe it is." Goblin said.

"I've never thought that!" Norman said.

"You think that every day." Goblin said.

"But he's- my God, he's-" Norman said.

"Abraham was willing... he had the strength... so too do I." Goblin said.

"What are you going to do?!" Norman said.

The face began to move, sliding grotesquely back into Osborn's own face.

"Protect the company..." Goblin said.

Osborn shrieked, grabbed hold of his head as the Goblin melded back into him- it hurts!

"God, no, no, please-" Norman said.

"Find the weak link." Goblin sad

"HE'S MY SON!" Norman said.

"Break it in two." Goblin said.