March 18th - 2019
Gwen slowly stirred under the blankets as the traces of light coming from the sun went past the curtains in the window and cast some warm brightness into the bedroom. It was of Gwen's desire to remain still and do nothing at all so that she could just relax in bed. She still found herself tired from the whole trip back home.
"Peter..."
She called for her boyfriend without ever opening her eyes. She could smell his scent, but at the same time, her natural pillow was missing from the bed.
With her eyes still closed, she groped around the bed, hoping to touch Peter's toned chest, but she felt nothing besides the cold air. After finally rubbing the sleep off her eyes, she looked around.
Panic slowly began to settle in.
"Peter...?" She called, again. For some reason, he wasn't snuggling with her.
Gwen slipped away from the covers and wore her blue slippers and walked away from the mattress so that she could go to the bathroom and search for any evidence of his presence. It was empty as well.
She headed towards the living room and again found not a single soul aside from her own.
He must have gone out… he didn't even warn me he would be out this early.
Gwen didn't have a single clue of his whereabouts, the only thing worthy of notice was that the window of their bedroom was open, but it wasn't when they went to sleep.
"If this is one of your pranks..."
Gwen sighed. She reached for her phone beside their bed and tapped Peter's number.
"This is what you get... when you date a spider."
One Chase Manhattan Plaza - Manhattan
Peter Parker could be seen hanging around the empty rooftop of one of the tallest buildings in the city, working out while alone by himself. He kept pushing up for quite some hours. It was something he had been wanting to experience again, to feel the cold wind brush against the material of his clothes and skin once again.
The experience was liberating and also exciting for him. He felt as if he was meant to practice such things up in the sky.
"465… 466… 467… just a bit more now..." Peter gasped, almost physically exhausted. He continued further, "468… 469..."
Next to his backpack, which was lying on the ground, his phone fired by playing his usual ringtone that could make any old woman have a heart attack while first hearing it.
He ceased to exercise his muscles and grabbed the phone, seeing the picture of his girlfriend sleeping alone on her shoulder while the thin blankets covered the midsection of her back at their new home.
"Good morning…" He couldn't finish his sentence in time.
The aggressive feminine voice inquired, "Where are you, Peter?!"
"Huh? I'm… I'm just working out." He rubbed the back of his neck.
Gwen could hear the sound of the strong wind colliding against his phone's speakers.
"Don't tell me that you're already at some rooftop."
"Yeah.. erm… maybe?"
She remained quiet for a couple of minutes, a fact that began to worry him eventually.
"Gwen? Gorgeous…?"
She finally answered, "Next time, at least warn me. I freaking out because of you." She ordered. "You just don't leave me like this, I'm not used to this anymore."
"I didn't want to wake you up. You're just so cute when you're sleeping." He faced the view of the city in front of him.
"No excuses. My manly pillow wasn't in bed and that's not very nice."
He looked down to the streets and at the busy traffic of cars and people that took place down there. "Sorry, ma'am. It won't happen again."
"Good."
"Since you're awake and also mad, I'm getting back home. Do you want anything from the bakery?"
"You could bring one of those nice and big chocolate donuts you used to bring me after we began to date properly."
"My bad. I had to win you over, didn't I? Do you want just one?" He faked a mock-hurt tone.
"I'm gonna share it with you, don't worry."
He chuckled. "Alright then. I'll be coming by in a few minutes.
Daily Bugle - Manhattan
Same old, same old.
Peter contemplated as he stepped out of the elevator once the doors opened to the side, revealing him the large room filled with people sitting beside their respective desks. Their phones were constantly firing. It was absolute hell on earth.
He began shortening the distance between him and Betty's table. She didn't notice him coming by while she read the folders in her hand. After all these years, she still owned the secretary's chair.
"Betty?" He stopped near the desk,
She finally got her eyes off the folders and looked up at him. "Peter… Peter Parker?"
"The one and only." He smiled.
Betty got off her desk and hugged her former colleague. "You've come back." She spoke, letting go of him.
"It was time." He continued, "You're still here, though."
"Surprisingly, it pays well enough."
They chuckled.
She continued, "It's great to see you."
"And you too, Betty."
"How's Gwen?" Betty leaned her rear against the desk.
"She's great, she's with her mother right now. We arrived yesterday."
"You guys are one of a kind, aren't you?" Before he could talk back, she continued, "When are you two going to marry? You have been together for ages at this point, right?"
Peter cleared his throat. "Um…" He rubbed the back of his neck. "... we didn't have the time… to discuss this yet, I think."
Betty laughed at Peter's reaction. He still was his old self despite all the years that went by.
She changed the subject. "So, what brings you here today?"
Peter explained, "I need to get the job back. Do you know if that is even possible?"
"Well, about that… you'll need to talk with Jameson first. I can't just assign you without his permission or knowledge."
Peter groaned, frustrated. "Right. Is Jameson here then?"
"As usual." Betty turned on her back and towards the desk so that she could press the button in her landline. "Mr. Jameson?"
"Yes."
"Peter Parker is here. He wants to talk with you about being assigned again."
"Powler? What Powler?"
Betty rolled her eyes. "Peter Parker, he worked for you a few years back."
"Parker...Peter.. oh! That one kid who took pictures of that masked menace? What does he want now?"
"As I said before, he wishes to get assigned back as a photographer."
"Ugh… fine. Let me talk to him."
Betty nodded to Peter and mouthed good luck to him.
Peter smiled rather nervously and headed towards Jameson's office door. He stopped at the door and took one last deep breath before entering the huge office.
He whispered to himself, "Here we go..."
Peter walked in and stopped next to Jameson's table. The man never ceased from furiously typing something on his laptop.
Peter cleared his throat. "Um… hello there...?"
"Wait!" Jameson spoke without taking his eyes off the screen.
Peter raised an eyebrow at Jameson's reaction.
"What can I help you with, Parker?" He questioned while he leaned his back against the chair and fixed his tie.
"I… well, I was thinking of taking pictures for the Bugle again, if there's a possibility. I'd like to take the job."
"And what do you have to offer?"
"I-I… can take pictures of… people, maybe?" He gulped.
"People...?" Jameson now appeared completely serious,
After some awkward seconds, Jameson burst into fits of laughter, leaving Peter wondering what he had just said that turned out to be that funny to the man.
He quickly seized from laughing and changed his posture into a more serious one. "You must be joking, right?"
"Well, there isn't just that option-"
"Do you know what I truly need, Powler?" Jameson raised from his chair and looked to the streets through the huge window behind his desk. He crossed his arms.
"Peter."
"Yes, Parker Peter."
Peter sighed heavily again.
Jameson inhaled deeply. "I never imagined the day that I would ever come to say this, but… that menace needs to come back. We're selling fewer papers since he disappeared and the numbers are decreasing every day, people are losing interest in the Bugle. I need breaking news… and to adapt the Bugle to this modern age of yours."
"I-I… I'm sure he will… come back, maybe. I don't know. He's a human being too… I think." He chuckled, nervously. "It's not like… I know who he is."
"It's been… four years." Jameson turned back to him. "You always took pictures of him, you two were in touch. You need to talk some sense into the bug's head. He needs to come back, now."
"Don't you think that you were a little unfair towards him? You always blamed Spider-Man for everything… bad that took place in this city."
"I always said the truth, kid. You're young and you still have a lot to learn." Jameson approached him and placed a hand on his right shoulder. " I like you, Porker-"
Peter corrected him once again, "Parker."
"Yes, that's what I meant. You're dedicated and I know that you would always do the right thing."
Peter tilted his head to the side."What…"
"I'm hiring you, but if you can... make Spider-Man come back, you will get a good paycheck in return."
"How much good, though?"
"Good enough."
"Your kind of good?"
"You are in then, good!" Jameson took his hand out of Peter's shoulder and sat back in his comfy chair. He placed a cigarette in his mouth and held the lighter in his free hand. He looked up and noticed that Peter was still there.
"Why are you still here? Go out there and take me some pictures! I didn't hire you to act like a tree!" He shouted.
Ravencroft Institute
I'm here for you.
Harry was found sitting inside a secured and closed room. There was only a table with two seats on each side. He occupied one of them. His hands were cuffed and were now resting above the table's cold and metallic surface.
I can't help you. Not right now.
Harry could see the greenish scars in the skin of his left arm. They never went away. Some nights he felt like his body was burning from the inside, as if something wanted to carve its way through him, to emerge.
Do you want to fight? Fight me!
His psychologist finally appeared outside the room. She slid her access card down the verifier and as the machine let out a brief "beep", Harry was brought back from his deepest thoughts. She entered the room while carrying a folder under her left arm. She sat in front of him so that they could face each other from both sides.
She had pale skin and dark raven hair. She was almost the same height as him.
They had been meeting for quite some time, but despite that, the results were hardly any good so far, at least to her.
"Sorry for being late. Kassady wasn't being very helpful today." Sally apologized, checking the folder's contents. "So, how are you today, Harry?" She took her eyes off the folder and looked at him.
Without any emotion in his voice, he finally replied, "I'm alright."
"Are you… feeling anything unusual… today?"
"Nothing, nothing at all."
"I see. That's good to hear." She continued, "Well… I've read the latest exams you've taken and I noticed the serum you once injected in yourself is still in contact with your DNA, that thing is hard to let go of."
"I do have problematic genes."
"... how does that make you feel?"
Harry sighed. "Nothing."
She noticed he was hesitant to reply to her questions properly. "You should know you can still suffer changes to your body due to that."
"Good."
"How is that... any good?"
"It's none of your concern." His cold and blue eyes were pointed at the reinforced door of his room.
"But it is, Harry." She insisted, "I'm here to help you."
"Would you say… you've helped me with anything so far?" He asked back, calmly.
"You first need to allow me to do that."
"Can you allow me to not waste my whole life in this dump of a place?"
"It's not that simple, Harry. You know that. People suffered due to what you did."
"Others have hurt far more people and absolutely nothing happened to them... they were allowed to die in their bed, comfortable and in peace."
"I'm… I'm trying to help you, Harry." She said, reassuringly.
"Like everyone else before you? Sure."
Sally sighed. "Will you... ever tell me what happened between you and Peter Parker?"
"How can I put this to you… it's complicated."
"So...?"
"So, are we done?
Sally truly wanted to help Harry to get out of some personal vendetta she thought he lived for, but he wasn't allowing her any space in his life, nor any breaches for her to dive in and help him recover. Yet, she would persist.
"Okay, Harry. We are going to continue this some other day when you feel like you want to talk to me again." She got off the chair and left the room, allowing Harry to be with the folder she had brought inside with her.
His hands reached for the folder.
Patient: Harry Osborn
After months of deep research, we concluded that the patient is still being affected by the serum. The unknown genetic disease is half dealt with, most of the malignus traces were contained by the injections, which means the patient doesn't have any real risk of death because of it. Still, his DNA suffered enough changes and the previous transformation may happen again without the need for the serum to work, the triggers to it still need to be found. What could probably cause such change are high levels of anxiety and stress.
Otto Octavius - Tech and Gene researcher.
Harry closed the folder. He slammed his right and closed fist over the table and sighed heavily, leaning his back against the seat.
Thank you… Peter.
Helen's Apartment
Both Helen and Gwen were currently sitting on the couch inside the living room, drinking some tea that Helen had just prepared. She had been asking her daughter tons of questions about England since she wanted to come back and visit the country once again, eventually. Her side of the family came from there.
Helen took a sip of her coffee. "How was it then?"
Gwen sighed in contentment, holding the cup of coffee in her hands and above her knees. "It's such a… cozy experience, mom. Sure, the weather isn't that great, but I love the more intimate architecture everywhere. It's truly a gorgeous country."
"That's great to hear. Did you visit Big Ben?"
Gwen wouldn't exactly say exactly how they did such a thing, since it involved some crawling, at least to get where they did. "We did, it was fantastic. You should go there someday, mom."
"It's on my list, hopefully soon." She continued, "Your grandfather's farm is still there at the hands of my cousins, I'd like to come back and check the place I grew in."
"We can go together."
"We will, honey." Helen smiled, kindly. "What about Peter?"
"He was… just great. He was supportive of me through every single day we shared. He didn't even have to be there with me, you know?" She smiled to herself. "I love him very much, yeah."
Helen could see the brightness in her eyes whenever her boyfriend got mentioned. There wasn't anyone else that could do such a thing to her daughter and she trusted him. "So, with all this… love spread all over the air around you guys... I presume you two are being safe?"
"What do you mean?
"You know, having protected sex."
Gwen frowned. "Do we really need to talk about that, mom?"
Helen chuckled. "Why shouldn't we? I just want to know if my daughter is taking care of herself, just because you two lived together doesn't mean you guys are all ready for the world."
Gwen shook her head in disapproval. "... oh my god." She sighed again. "Really?"
"And...?"
Gwen exhaled deeply and answered, "Yes... we're being safe, why wouldn't we?"
"That's just what I wanted to hear… since you two are now living together, it's harder to keep track of what you two are now doing." Gwen rolled her eyes at her. "An unexpected pregnancy wouldn't help you guys right now. I surely would love to be a grandma in the future, though."
"Right, I see. Could now move on from talking about my sex life, mom?"
She chuckled, "Fine, fine… I understand. You do know that your brothers are always talking about you, right?"
"I didn't… I miss them a lot." She continued, "Are they doing well?"
"They are, dear. Better than I expected. Howard can sometimes act like a father figure to them, so that helps quite a bit."
"I know, mom, I know. He has always been great."
"You've been great with him too. You always took care of him since you forever, his big sister."
"I had to, he wouldn't stop taking my toys away from me."
Helen chuckled. She dropped her chin and stared at nothing.
Gwen could see that her mother was far away from there. "What's up, mom?"
"I… I was just remembering that one night when Howard said to your dad that he was gonna take care of you before he joined his partner at the door. I mean, you didn't even need to be taken care of, but he wanted to anyways. I miss that, I miss… your father a lot." Helen replied, with a weak smile.
"We all do." She placed the cup over the coffee table in front of her, and approached her mother, giving her a comforting hug.
"Let's not talk about the past." Helen continued, " I missed my little girl's hug. I'm so glad you're back, dear."
"We're staying here now."
"Is Peter coming? I want to see him as well."
"Not today. We're going to meet at Aunt May's house for dinner. He is very anxious to meet her as well, but don't worry, we'll plan something together."
"I can imagine that." Helen stated, "So... any more cool stories about England that you can tell me?"
"You have no idea."
Now inside the dark apartment, Fiers himself looked over the city while he stood in front of the window. He reflected on what had happened over the most recent years. The many deals with secret military organizations, the cover-ups, deaths, and then, the unexpected creation of Spider-Man.
One of his targets, the main one. Also the city's savior.
An alarm came from the living room and caught Fiers' attention. He turned on his shoulder and headed towards the source. His bluetooth earphone set over the table rang. He placed it in his ear and spoke, "Yes?"
"Sorry to disturb, sir, but we've finally found him… Max Dillon."
Fiers turned on his back and headed towards the window once again.
"Where?" He questioned. The news made him content. It took them long enough, but they managed to track him. After all, how does one kill the energy?
"Colorado's Power Plant."
"Bring him here. Keep me updated."
"Understood."
Fiers ended the call and placed the earphone back to their previous position at the table. So far, everything was going just as planned. The ultimate test would take place soon, then he would finally be able to go out of this world and survive.
Peter pressed the button beside the door of May's house and patiently waited for her to greet him. He had a huge smile spread across his face. He was about to finally see the other most important woman in his life.
The one that raised him after his parents left.
"Coming…!"
The door was finally open and May was allowed to see a far more mature Peter Parker standing still at her porch. She covered her mouth with both hands.
"Peter… I miss-"
He interrupted the oldest Parker present by hugging her and then lifting her from the ground.
"Careful now with this old lady!" She laughed.
Peter lowered her back into the firm ground so that she could stand on her feet.
"My god, you've grown..." May cupped his cheeks. "You look… so much like your uncle." He smiled. She continued, "Where's your girlfriend?"
"She went on to see her mother, but she should be here very soon."
May nodded and began to adjust his jacket around his neck. "Let's get inside and prepare dinner while she isn't here then. We need to catch up!"
Peter nodded back. He followed her inside and closed the main door. He took off his jacket and carefully placed it at the rack beside the door.
The house remained as pretty much the same thing he could remember since he left it for England. Some paintings were different from some sets of furniture. He noticed an old photo of the Parkers set over the stand in the hallway between the kitchen and the living room.
He wondered how things could've been if most of his family were still alive.
Later on, Peter found himself inside the kitchen and sat beside the table in the center. He helped his Aunt by cutting many slices of tomatoes while May took care of the spaghetti she was preparing on the stove. He truly had missed such small moments he once had been used to sharing with his Aunt.
Ever since he was a boy, he would always be willing to help her with something no matter how difficult it could be for his age. Her meals were still some of the best he had ever experienced, except for the meatballs, of course. Gwen was far from being a bad cook even if she's still learning some things from him, but May always did something truly special with the plates she had him eating.
She used to sneak a lesson into every activity they did together when he was younger.
"Can I ask you something, Aunt May?"
"Of course," May replied, focused. "Anything you want."
"Do you think that… maybe… eventually, I should ask Gwen? You know, marry her… one day? If possible?"
Betty's words had him wondering that lately.
Surprised at Peter's question, May shut down the stove and looked at him. She knew her son would always have what's best for Gwen in his mind. and that he would be a good partner to her in the long run, but she wanted to hear him saying such.
"Do you think that you're ready for the responsibility of having a wife?"
"Yeah, I think so… I love her, and we have been together for some couple of years at this point. I'm not… saying that I'm going to ask her right now, this week, I just... I just wanted to hear your opinion about that first."
"If you think that you two are ready for this type of commitment, why not? You just need to make sure you can sustain the place you two would share, things are more complicated, there needs to be a lot more planning."
"I understand. I think this would be the next step." He asked again, "Do you think she would accept it?"
"I don't have any doubts about that. She knows how much you care about her and I'm pretty sure she loves you the most in this world. "
"I guess… you are right." Peter smiled, her advice meant the world to him. "Thank you, Aunt May, for listening."
"It's no problem, dear. You can always count on me for anything." She offered him a kind smile and turned on her feet to focus on the stove once again. She checked the two golden rings on her finger. She recalled the many good memories such rings could bring back to her.
She knew Peter would experience the same thing if he ever decided to marry Gwen Stacy.
Minutes later, the doorbell announced what could be Gwen's arrival.
Peter instantly got off the chair. "I'll take it!" He quickly headed towards the main door and wasted no time opening it. He saw Gwen finally standing right in front of him.
She wore almost the same clothes she did when they met at Times Square sometime after they broke up for the second time.
His mouth almost fell to the floor as she greeted him with one of his favorite looks of hers.
"You're just… absolutely gorgeous," Peter affirmed, eying her entire figure.
Gwen teased, "And you're running out of praises, bugboy."
"I think I can come up with some new ones." Peter leaned closer and gently captured Gwen's lips on his.
She whispered, "Are you undressing me in your head?"
He whispered back, "I think I would keep some things in you."
Gwen laughed briefly to herself. She spoke against his lips. "I'm sorry for being late, too much traffic, you know?"
"You? Stuck in traffic?" He was surprised. "My God, the world can end now."
"Yeah… I'm getting your habits, you're some bad influence." She giggled, giving her boyfriend a tiny peck in the lips before entering the house while holding hands with him.
Peter helped Gwen take her coat off and then placed it in the rack next to his jacket. He led her to the kitchen, still holding her delicate hand on his. "Aunt May?"
May turned on her feet and saw Gwen take some steps forward and towards her. May smiled happily at her. It had been a long time since they last saw each other.
Gwen stood still in front of her boyfriend. She always thought that May was one of the most incredible persons she had the luck of knowing better in her life, she was passionate, strong, and caring. She hoped she could be like her to Peter and anyone else loved by her.
"Gwendolyn! May approached and hugged her. "You're even more beautiful than the last time I saw you!"
Gwen blushed by the compliment as she hugged her back. "Thank you, May."
"I just told her that," Peter interjected. "You guys should catch up, I'm going to check my old room, alright?"
"Don't make a mess of it," May ordered as she let go of Gwen.
"For sure." He left them in the kitchen as they started to chat.
Peter calmly climbed the stairs that led upstairs and opened the door of his old bedroom and saw everything in place.
It was like he never had lived there.
He then opened his old wardrobe which was now almost empty besides some boxes full of junk and old clothes. A device inside one of the boxes caught his attention. It was his police scanner which he once used while patrolling the streets as Spider-Man.
He turned it on, but it wasn't transmitting any local frequency.
That's what he was looking for. He only needed to repair it.
"Peter?"
Someone called as he quickly hid the scanner in his jeans pocket. May appeared at his door. "Dinner's ready. Gwen is just preparing the table."
"I'm coming."
P&G's Apartment - Elevator
Gwen leaned her back against Peter's chest while he held her tightly with his arms wrapped around her waist. He caressed her stomach with his hand underneath her coat and blouse.
Peter softly whispered next to Gwen's ear, "Did you like it?"
"Loved it. I had no idea that May cares that much about me, for real."
"She truly does." He kissed her cheek and flirted, "I missed this… closeness."
She smiled to herself.
Peter began to plant kisses on Gwen's neck. She let out a low moan due to his gestures. She turned herself on his grip and gently pressed Peter's back against the metallic wall behind them as she kissed him deeply.
He lost track of the time as he fought her tasty lips. His hands ran all along her back and down to her rear, gripping her buttocks harshly. Gwen moaned again, but despite that, she was paying a bit more attention as she heard the lift stop. She pulled him out of it and they headed together towards their apartment. She was pressed against the door. He was already undoing her jeans.
Gwen kept attempting to use a single hand to open the door behind her. Eventually, she succeeded and the pair moved into their bedroom. She shoved him away from her and he stopped in front of their bed. His shirt was almost fully unbuttoned. He was breathless. She bit her lower lip and approached him again to push his shirt open to the sides, revealing his toned chest and six-pack. She kissed him and slid her hand against his chest before her fingers moved inside his pants.
She pushed him into the bed as he landed on his back. He watched his girlfriend take off her blouse and reveal her blue bra to him. She went to unwrap the bra after she moved her hands behind her back.
"Attention, all units head straight to 7th Avenue, Manhattan, Residential Building on fire."
The announcement was heard from his jeans pocket.
Gwen stopped as they kept looking at each other. "Um…"
Peter sighed. "It's my old transmitter, I found it in my room." He rose his chest from the bed and rested his hands on her waist. "I-I… I'm so sorry."
They touched foreheads and remained in silence. "Peter, I… maybe you should go." She spoke, delicately.
He cleared his throat. "I can… I can stay."
"You shouldn't." She caressed his hair. "I know what you are, what this means to you. You can't hide from it… and I don't want you to."
Peter sighed again. "Are you sure, Gwen? I don't want to leave you-"
"People need you... lives… are depending on you."
She would always worry about him whenever he suited up, but it was his duty and biggest responsibility. She understood that ver well.
In the end, Peter knew that she was right, but he could see how difficult it could be for her nonetheless.
"Okay." He kissed her forehead and got off her and then the bed.
Gwen kept looking at him while he changed. She knew that one day Peter would wear Spider-Man's spandex again. It was inevitable, and that meant he would come back home most of the time with injuries that could kill him if they were not treated properly. Yet, she would always remain at his side.
It's what she wanted. It was her choice. She trailed her own path.
He was now about to pull his mask down his face. Gwen walked towards him and touched his back to gain his attention. He turned on his feet just to get kissed by her, a kiss of concern.
"That's a 'be careful' kiss, okay?" She whispered, parting the kiss with a weak smile, assuring him that everything would be alright. She pulled his mask down for him, changing Peter Parker into Spider-Man. His second persona, perhaps his most truthful one.
"I will." He nodded and went towards their window. He stood still while he checked his surroundings. He turned his head back to Gwen and received a nod from her.
Spider-Man jumped off the window and fired a biocable that attached itself at one of the closest buildings. It didn't take much time for him to finally get used to such movement once again.
After observing him swinging his away from her until the last second possible, Gwen went to the living room and turned the television on. She chose a news channel where a reporter in a helicopter talked about the occurrence.
"As you can see, the fire is spreading quickly around the building, the police said that there are still people inside - probably on the last floors. The fire department is unable to reach it because of the density of the fire on the first floors - wait a minute.. we… w-we are now getting reports of-"
With a quick and determined swinging, Spider-Man appeared in the opposite direction of the building, heading straight at it. He released his right hand from the web-line and entered the building by diving towards one of the windows with closed arms to protect his face.
"That was… was that Spider-Man...?!"
Spider-Man jumped out of the building with a young girl on his back. She was holding herself tightly on his neck. He left the girl with the officers back on the ground just to face the flames again as he jumped towards one of the windows.
"Spider-Man is back..." The report said, excited. "He is back!"
Gwen just kept sitting on the couch, worried about her heroic and also extremely unique boyfriend.
It was a type of life that she would again need to get used to because that's what Peter will do until his last breath. He would sacrifice his time and body health for people he would never really meet. He would do everything for the greater good and that was one of the many reasons why she loved him so much. He was resilient.
18/09/2020: Many dialogues were improved and redone. Fixed mistakes.