Act 3, Scene 31

Dusk. The Brooklyn Bridge looms large in the background. Squad cars of police finish the last of the night's mop-up clearing the traffic jam caused by the earlier events. We pass above them and swing low, skimming the surfaces of the waters themselves, before diving underneath and moving through at great speed, until finally we emerge onto the riverbank downstream. Various flotsam and jetsam scatter the fringes.

A shadow lengthens. Something that looked like just another piece of debris gains sudden form and stands tall - seven feet tall, to be precise. We stay behind it so that all we can see is its fearsome silhouette. It's incredibly powerfully built, amazingly broad.

It turns to us and growls, and we see its fearsome countenance, that which we only glimpsed for moments during Peter's final battle to be rid of the symbiote. These features seem real, seem solid and unchanging. The teeth are needle-sharp and numerous far beyond human standards. The tongue behind them flicks out like a snake's every few seconds, savouring the taste of the New York night. Two soulless firefly eyes complete the face.

The figure growls and snarls at us, before crouching down and powering itself for a jump that rockets it up and away into the New York night.

Venom is upon us.