G R A Y C L O U D S - T A S M「2」

E P I L O G U E

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     The last thing Liz remembered was Peter's pained face, looking down at her and his voice that was begging her to wake up, blur out like a fade to black.

     She thought it was over. She thought her last few moments on this earth had come and luckily the last face she saw was Peter's. This however was not the case.

     The pain she felt when she first hit the cement came back, all gathered together to create the worst ache in her head she'd ever felt.

     She figured she'd wake up to her family hovering over her in a hospital bed, but she wasn't. As soon as her eyes fluttered open, a yellow hue, a light, bright like fire surrounded her before it just vanished. That couldn't be normal.

Now she was outright confused. Now...she was in her apartment.

     She sat up quickly in her bed, the ache in her head worsening and causing her to wince as she looked around. This wasn't her bed.

     With a divot in her brow, she rushed out into the living room and began to think this was some type of prank. None of her furniture was in sight, her map wall was gone and the window on the opposite wall that was never able to shut completely before, was in fact shut.

     She looked down at her hands that should be cut up from her fall, Liz remembering the sharp pain in her right hand from a shard of glass slicing it open.

     There was no blood, not even a bruise. This lead her to check every visible part of her body in the span of five seconds, heart racing faster with each wound she didn't find.

     "What the fu—" She muttered, cut off by the front door opening, revealing a woman probably in her late thirties or early forties and a young boy.

     The woman immediately let out a scream and readied her purse for attack at the sight of this stranger, pushing the child behind her.

     "Whoa, whoa!" Liz backed up a little bit. "How the hell did you get in here?"

     "What do you mean?" The woman questioned, pushing her glasses up her face nervously. "Who the hell are you?"

     "This is my apartment." Liz stated, earning the most outrageous look from the woman.

     "No, this is my apartment." She stated, looking down to the boy for a second before resuming her stance.

     Liz looked around curiously, shaking her head in confusion. What was happening?

     "Who are you?" Liz asked, raking her hands through her hair, still trying to figure out why her apartment was painted teal, redecorated, and fixed up good as new. Though it was quite cluttered with items that did not belong to her.

     "I should be the one asking the questions." She replied, slowly lowering her purse and hanging it on the hook by the door. When did that get there?

     The woman pulled out her phone and looked down at the young boy as she started dialing a number. "I need you to go to your room, Peter. Okay?"

     Liz looked at the little boy, presumably seven or eight by the looks of it, eyes squinted in wonder and at the same time, terror. It couldn't be...

     He glanced over to Liz nervously before running to his room and closing his door, the woman standing straight again and staring pointedly at Liz.

     "Now, tell me how the hell you got into my apartment or I will call the police." She demanded, phone held up in the girl's view like it was a threat. Liz only stared at her with eyes wide and lost.

     "I—" She wasn't sure what to say, what to do. "What was your name?"

     "...I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." The woman countered, eyes skeptical as she looked Liz up and down.

     "Elizabeth." She spoke lowly, really only interested in knowing if her growing theory was somehow correct.

     That's just silly, it couldn't be. It was an outlandish thought, Liz internally laughing at herself for even thinking it to be a possibility in the first place. Nothing was out of the
ordinary—

     "May." The woman answered.

     Liz rubbed her head, heart beat increasing immensely. "May...May Parker?"

     May looked over this strange girl, feeling as though this was some sort of assassination attempt. "How did you know that?"

     "Oh my God." Liz mumbled, shaking her head.

     How? How could this be happening?

     Liz swiftly and unsteadily moved towards the front door left open, needing some fresh air, and more importantly, something to hit her upside the head and take her back to reality. This must be some sort of purgatory.

     "Hey, wait a second! Do you need help?" May called after her, but Liz ignored it, unknowing of what to do.

     Her apartment wasn't hers, she had no idea where her parents were, where her brother was. And May and Peter Parker were not her May and Peter.

     Oscorp was one of the biggest names in science of her day, and a lot of the information held within every single document of that company was liable with countless files of facts to back it up. Multiverses were one thing that was left to the unknown. Only a small bit of information was available, and even that wasn't exactly true. The odds were one in a million that such an occurrence could occur.

     She wasn't sure how, and she didn't know why, but this was not her universe. As odd and outrageous as it sounds, she wasn't home. Far from it in fact.

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so yeah, we've got this really weird intro into book three...

disclaimer, there's no logic behind liz coming back to life, but there's also no logic behind multiverses, so it's fine

thank you guys so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed this book 'cause i love it a lot and am very excited to try and make sense of No Way Home!

i'm not exactly sure when, but liz and peter will be back, so please stick around!

ha! get it? 'stick', because he's spiderman...

oh my god, take this app away from me. goodnight my friends!

—Cj

7/9/23