Maxwell Dillion, the electrical engineer, was lying motionless in a hospital bed. The doctors believed that he was in a temporary coma and would eventually wake up.
Meanwhile, down the hallway, J. Jonah Jameson and his wife Joan were looking at the motionless body of their son, John, who was lying on a hospital bed in a coma. J. Jonah Jameson blamed Peter Parker for what happened to him, hence the reason that he was fired from the Daily Bugle.
"Just look at our boy," Joan said. "Do you think that he is dreaming?"
"I don't know. But he sure doesn't deserve this. I'm sure of that. He was a hard-worker and a hero."
"He still may be."
"I hope so. Anyone who thinks otherwise can go to Hell."
"How are things at the Bugle."
"People want to see more pictures of Spider-Man, but he hasn't been doing much these past couple months. I think he's up to something. I have my own camera with me in case I have the opportunity to take a picture of him or some other freak."
A doctor and a nurse entered the other room where Max Dillon was.
"What happened to him?" the nurse asked.
"He was working with some cables on a film set when he got struck by lightning."
"Which film?"
"Doesn't matter. What matters is that this man is taken care of so that he may recover."
Max awoke and sat up.
"Where am I?" he asked.
"Calm down. You were unconscious, but you're fine now."
A bolt of electricity shot out of Max's right hand. The doctor was electrocuted to death. Another bolt shot out of his left hand, electrocuting the nurse.
"No! What have I done?"
Max looked outside of the room and saw an orderly passing by. The orderly stopped when he noticed the dead bodies.
"Wait. You don't understand. I did not mean to do this. I can't control it!"
Max raised his hands. Electricity shot out of them and killed the orderly. Dillon was panicking. He exited the room. Electricity that emitted from him shut off the lights as he ran down the hallway.
"Damn it!" J. Jonah Jameson yelled from the room he was in. "If these people can't take care of the lights, how do we know that they can keep this feeding tube working!"
Dillon stood in front of the elevator. Electricity emitted from him and stopped it from coming up. He decided to take the stairs. Electricity shocked people who sat in the waiting room. He got out of the hospital. More pedestrians were being shocked by him.
"Freeze!" a police officer said as he was accompanied by others.
"This is not my fault! Quentin Beck made me work during this lightning storm. He is responsible for the accident that did this to me."
"Put your hands in the air."
"That's not a good idea."
"Do it!"
Dillon reluctantly put his hands in the air. Lightning bolts came out of his hands and killed all of the police officers around him. Another lightning bolt shot out of him and blew up a police car.
"Beck, I'm gonna kill you!"