One week later...

The meteorite craze was starting to die down by now, all the pieces had been scavenged by various shady entities and the city was well on its way to repairing the minimal damage. Government agents were quietly paying small fortunes for the remaining pieces, various scientists were clamoring for whatever fragments they could get their hands on... essentially, business as usual in New York.

Except for Mary Jane.

After the episode the week before she had awoken to find her apartment in disarray and the faintest hint of burnt insect hanging in the air. After almost having a panic attack, she was able to reason that the whole experience was a night terror brought on by food poisoning, she did feel a bit nauseous. In fact, the content of the nightmare almost made sense when she thought about it. Her breakup and current distance from Peter made her feel **** to all the horrors out there, all the "insects" Spiderman beat down.

She paid a visit to the doctor, got some sleeping pills, and that, as far as she could tell, was that.