"Just sit right there, and then we can start."

"All right…" She said hesitantly as I pulled up a chair, directly in front of her.

The room we were in was small, and smelled like old people, the dim lighting kinda gave it a creepy feel but it was really the only empty room we could find in this place.

"So, I'll just ask you questions, and you do your best at answering as honestly as possibly. Any questions before we start?" I said as I turned my voice recorder on, and took out my pencil and notepad.

"No." She smiled shyly as she adjusted herself in her seat. Her scrubs had a cute pattern, and I stared at them while she got comfortable.

"Alright. Cool. Please state your name, age, occupation and about the time you think your encounter happened."

She smiled bigger this time, and I could tell she was holding back a giggle. "Ok. My name is Amy, I'm twenty-six years old, and I'm a physician's assistant. My encounter happened… hmmm, about a year ago I guess."

I smiled too, feeling the butterflies in my stomach. "A year ago, here in the E.R.?"

"Yes." She nodded.

"Ok. Go ahead and tell me what happened from the beginning, as much detail as possible." I got my pencil ready.

"Well. I was here for the morning shift. So I had gotten to work at around five thirty. It's usually pretty dull around here during the morning shifts, so I was just wandering the halls and checking up on my patients." She smiled again. "You know, just goofing off to kill time."

I smirked at her and nodded. "I totally know how that is."

"After making my rounds I walked back up to the front desk, ready to take some patients. So I just took the nearest clip board and called out my patient."

"What was the name?"

She lowered her head. "I'm not allowed to say."

I nodded, not surprised by that. "Then, let's just call this person… M. Okay?"

Amy giggled and nodded. "Alright. So I looked around the waiting room and called 'M's name. I saw him raise his hand and I walked up to him. I was surprised because he was in pretty bad shape. He had deep bruises on his cheekbone and he was sitting slightly strange; so I assumed he was in pain. There were very large scratches across his neck… I could only see his face right then, but I assumed the rest of his body matched. Plus on top of all that he looked as though he hadn't gotten any sleep in a very long time."

She took in a breath, as I continued to write like a madwoman.

"So I asked him to follow me to our room, and when he got up he could barely walk. I had to wait for him to make his way into the room; he was limping pretty badly. Once he got in and sat down on the exam table he just looked so tired."

I interrupted. "Could you describe what he looked like?"

"Oh right." She sat up straighter. "He was about six feet tall, lean build, light brown hair and brown eyes."

"What was his orientation."

"White." She smiled.

I nodded and kept writing. "Alright, continue."

"So he sat down and I asked him what he was in for. He just looked at me like 'really?', and I just laughed like an idiot saying: 'I assume you need some patching up, and stitches?'. He just nodded and then took his shirt off."

She blushed.

My eyes went up from my paper. "Was he cute?" I smirked.

She blushed even harder and laughed. "Yes, very. Even though he was lean, his muscles were very big. He probably had an extremely low body fat percentage… Every muscle was so clearly defined… It was very nice, and his face was easy to look at as well. Soft features, and a very friendly smile; even if he were forcing it to be nice… but his eyes, were very hard and fierce... almost sad."

I noticed I wasn't writing anymore because I got so into listening. I cleared my throat and began writing again… man, if this guy is really who she said he is…

The butterflies were now making me feel a little crazy. "Damn." Was all I could say to that.

She just nodded. "Right? So after he took his shirt off I waited for him to remove his pants as well. Just like I had thought there were bruises covering his body… cuts, scrapes, and abrasions all over him. I felt very bad for him as I looked him over. I asked him how he ended up this way and he said he got mugged."

"Have you ever seen someone look that way after getting mugged?"

"No. Because some of his bruises and cuts were older than others… so unless he got mugged multiple times that week, he was lying. Which was fine with me, I never really cared if my patients tell me the truth… unless their life depended on it, of course."

I just nodded as I continued to write. "Ok, go on."

"What I gave all my attention to first was a very large gouge on his outer thigh. It was a huge wound that looked very mangled… possibly a dog bite. So I gave him a shot to numb the area, and began stitching his leg."

"What was he like during that?"

She smiled again. "A little whiny, but other then that he just wore a sour face and made no other noises."

"So, he didn't say anything?"

"Oh.. Um, well when I gave him the shot to numb him he said 'ow' and hung his head back, being rather dramatic actually." She laughed quietly. "Then I said he'd need at least ten stitches and he put a pouty lip out and just sighed. He was quite funny actually, even for how tired he seemed."

I chuckled as I wrote down each word. "Continue."

"So as I was giving him his stitches I was thinking… how could someone get so beat up? Then when I was about finished, something I remembered made my heart race!" She said very ecstatically.

"The night before I just happen to switch the news on. There was a gang hostage situation that was going on downtown, and every channel was covering it. So I just decided to watch that, as I got ready for bed. But to my surprise Spiderman ended up showing up to the scene to help out. I felt bad for him because the gang had lots of huge dogs with them and surprisingly one of the dogs got Spiderman, and grabbed a hold of his outer thigh… It looked very painful."

I nodded. "Okay… So same place, and the injury matched what had happened to Spiderman."

"Yes. As I finished stitching him up I was trying to convince myself I was wrong. My heart was racing and I tried not to act too weird or anything. But after thinking about it I was pretty sure he was Spiderman… He matched the description perfectly; he was pretty beat up, the dog bite, and it was just too much to ignore."

"Wow. That must have been amazing… knowing that you were able to help him out, after he's helped us so much."

She giggled again. "It really was… I still daydream about him coming back in here, and me treating him again. I sure hope he takes good care of himself."

I smiled at her. "Me too." I wrote a few more things down. "So other then the fact he was pretty beat up, was there anything else off about him? Like, I dunno… spider like qualities?"

Amy smiled at me. "No. He was a totally normal looking twenties something boy."

I nodded. "I see. Did he say much?"

"No, not really. He seemed too tired. He smiled a lot though… like I said, a really nice smile. Great teeth. But he made sure to thank me." She wore a pleasant face while she reminisced.

"Well, thank you so much for your time, Amy. I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome." She smiled and stood up awkwardly. "My name wont be in there, correct?"

I stood up and nodded. "Oh yeah, don't worry. No names of anything. Not even this hospital."

She smiled in relief. "Good."

"Yup! Have a nice day. Thanks again!" I said as I gathered my things and walked out of the creepy cramped room. Making my way down the hall I slammed my voice recorder into my jacket pocket and shoved my pencil and notepad into my book bag. I was pretty excited about the material I had just gotten.

Now I was headed to the next person who also claimed to have had an encounter with Spiderman. I was writing an article about people who've seen Spiderman, possibly his face or even heard his voice. Anything that is legit. There are many liars that have claimed to know the true identity of Spiderman, so I want to get to the bottom of this and see how many people out there are telling the truth. I have cross referenced all the rumors out there about how he looks and the ones that match up best are the ones where he's a white, twenty something, brown haired guy. Lean build… around six feet… so, so far Amy's encounter seemed pretty legit. And that made me super excited… cause I had to be honest with myself… after all this research and focus on Spiderman… I've kind of developed a little crush on him. Before my research I didn't even know he was my age. I thought he was like in his thirties, possibly some crazy guy… But I was wrong. He's a white dude, with a great smile apparently, has a sense of humor, and is really hot… gosh, I hope I get to meet him someday… I felt my stomach swirl a little more as I let thoughts wonder.

My next interview was with a crane operator. This one I was most excited about because it was a well-known fact that Spiderman uses cranes to get around… especially ever since the day of the giant lizard. I finally arrived to the construction area and walked towards the small trailer I was told to go to. The construction was very busy and I felt nervous walking through the loud area. A few construction workers whistled at me from far away and I felt myself blush and walk faster till I got to the trailer's door. I knocked on the door pretty hard, and waited as I glanced around. The door finally opened and a very scruffy, yet attractive man was standing on the other side. He wasn't smiling, but his eyes were kind. I smiled and held my hand out to him.

"Mr. Anderson? I'm Zimmy, the girl who called you about Spiderman."

He nodded and shook my hand. "Come in, Zimmy." He said as he stepped to the side, allowing me into the small trailer.

As I walked in I saw lots of blue prints laid out, and tons of tools and crap sprawled out over almost everything in there. The sound from outside got much quieter once he shut the door, and I turned to look at him for direction as he walked over to me.

"Here ya go." He handed me a stool.

"Thank you." I took it, and sat down as I pulled out my notepad, pencil, and recorder.

He watched me as I set my recorder on the countertop next to me and turned to a clean page in my notepad. I glanced up at him and hesitated.

"You can take a seat."

"How long will this take? I've got work to do." He crossed his arms as he adjusted the chew in his mouth.

I frowned. "Not long."

He just nodded as he sat down in front of me. "Shoot." He said as he grabbed a Pepsi can to spit in.

"Ok…" I turned on my recorder. "Just for me, please state your name, age, occupation… and when your encounter happened."

He sighed once. "My name is Kurt Anderson, I'm fourty-one, I manage the Mayes construction site, and I'm a crane operator as well. My encounter with Spiderman happened about two months ago, and before that …uh, like six months probably."

I perked up. "So this has happened more than once?"

"Yeah."

"Ok please just tell me what happened."

"Not much really. He just uses our cranes whenever he needs them." He waved his hand.

I stared at him waiting for him to talk more, but got nothing. "So… what do you mean by 'uses' your cranes?"

He sighed again and leaned back a bit. "It's like, when he needs to get somewhere and there ain't no buildings for him to use. So if he jumps up on our cranes we just try not to kill him…"

"Okay. And he's used your crane twice?"

"Yeah."

"And who are you referring to when you say 'we'?"

"Me and the other crane operators. We've all kinda band together to help the guy out… since he saved our bosses kid's life."

I smiled. "That's pretty cool."

Then there was an awkward silence.

I coughed once. "Ok. Umm, has he ever said anything to you? Or anything more that you haven't mentioned?"

"Naah… he tends to keep his distance. I've talked to the other's who've had the same encounters as me and they haven't heard him speak, or even really gotten close enough to hear em if he did."

I nodded as I wrote. "Ok… well, if that's everything then we are done." I smiled up to him, having to force it because I wasn't too happy with his story.

He just stood up and nodded. "Alright. Thanks for makin' it quick."

"You're welcome." I said as I turned off my recorder and put it in my bag.

As he was walking out he stopped. "Oh, and one of the guys who works the morning shift says he sees him on the skyscraper crane a lot. Probably sleepin' or resting or whatever."

He shrugged. "Thought you'd wanna know." Then he was out the door.

I sat there, and stared. Why hadn't he mentioned that during the interview? I stood quickly, and gather my shit. I then chased after him, and could barely open the stupid trailer door because of the shit I was holding. I ran down the tiny stairs and then finally caught up to him.

"Woh woh! Who is this guy that you just mentioned?" I had to yell because it was so damned loud out there.

He turned around, slightly surprised to see me again. "What!?" He leaned in towards me.

"I just need the guys location that you just mentioned! Please!"

"Ah, he's Chuck Schneider. He works the scraper crane, and he's probably in the break room if you want em." He pointed.

Finally, this man serves me some use.

"Thank you! Thanks so much!" I waved at him while I ran off, to their tiny break trailer.

I opened the tiny door and after walking in, quickly shut it. I sighed loudly as I turned around to see several men staring at me. I must have interrupted their lunch...

"Heh heh..." I laughed awkwardly, then waved. "Hello! I'm looking for mister Schneider?"

No one said anything, but they all turned their head to a man on the other side of the room. When I looked at him he just raised his hand, and smiled.

"That's me. How can I help you, miss?"

I smiled back as I walked over to him. "Hello, my name is Zimmy Hart, I just finished talking to your construction manager Mr. Anderson. He said you run the sky scraper crane, and have seen Spiderman sleeping up there?"

"Are you with a paper?" He looked hesitant.

"Yes. For my college. So it won't go anywhere... trust me." I waved my hand, hoping he'd take the bait.

He eyed me suspiciously, and then nodded. "Sit." He motioned.

I sat down and took out my notepad, deciding not to record this guy cause he already seemed slightly uncomfortable by me.

"So, what do ya want?" He smiled.

"I just wanted to know of any experiences you've had with Spiderman, if at all."

He smirked and looked down, obviously reminiscing. "Ah yeah, him. I've only really had one 'encounter' with the kid. But he does hang around my area lots. It's a good place for him to look out over the city."

"Kid? So you think he's young."

"Younger than me." He smirked.

"Okay, would you mind telling me about it?"

"Sure. But I gotta make it fast."

Why was everyone is such a rush!?

"Okay." I forced a smile.

"It was like four in the morning or somethin', and I was just starting my day. I walked up to my crane and before turning it on I was surprise to see Spidey laying at the very end of it."

"Laying how?"

He turned his head slightly. "Hmm, on his back. Staring at the sky."

"You think he was sleeping?"

He shrugged. "Maybe."

"OK, then what?"

"I just yelled to him. 'Hey! You alright?', and he just lifted his head and yelled back to me."

"What'd he say?" Finally someone who heard his voice!

"He just yelled back 'I'm fine Driver.'" He chuckled.

"That's funny." I grinned as I kept writing.

"Yeah. So I purposely took my time gettin' my stuff together, and by the time I was ready to start the crane up, he waved at me and then left." He shrugged.

"What did he sound like?"

"Uh... like a kid." He made a face.

That was helpful. "Like, did he sound high and squeaky? Angry, or what?"

"Hmm, he sounded pretty chipper to me. Normal voice... like my sons."

"How old are your kids?"

"College age."

"Okay." I finished writing. "Thanks so much mister Schneider, I really appreciate it."

"Yup." He waved to me as I left.

It's pretty interesting that he has a resting place. I wondered how many other's knew of this supposed resting place for him… maybe it was just these guys and me? They didn't seem like the gossipy type… I felt a little excitement when I thought about the fact that I was probably the only person that knew about this spot that really cared. I giggled and kept walking as I made my way to the street. My third and final interview for the day was with a little girl name Sophia. I had talked to her nanny, and apparently the little girl fed Spiderman… this should be very interesting… but I couldn't get too excited, because it probably wasn't legit… I mean, it was a little girl.

After taking a cab and finally arriving to a dumpy apartment area, I walked up the stairs to the third floor and knocked on apparent 4C. I waited in the silent hallway as I heard someone walk to the door. It opened and a cute Spanish looking girl, who was probably my age was on the other side.

She smiled at me and I waved. "You must be Sophia's nanny, Dina? I'm Zimmy, the girl from the newspaper who called." I said as I reached out my hand.

She just nodded and shook my hand. "Nice to meet you, Zimmy." She stepped out of the way as I walked into the tiny apartment.

"Sophia! Zimmy's here!" She yelled.

I just smiled awkwardly to her and then heard Sophia walk in. She was a blonde haired green-eyed cutie! Her hair was super fuzzy and those cheeks were so rosy and cute! Her nanny says she's ten years old… but she looked more like she was six or seven.

I knelt down in front of her. "Hello Sophia, I'm Zimmy. Nice to meet you."

She smiled shyly to me. "Hello." He tiny voice was adorable. I smiled up to Dina and she just looked bored. Jeez, why do nannies get jobs as nannies when they always seem to hate it? Gosh. I just sighed and stood up.

"You don't mind if I talk to her alone, do you?"

She just shook her head. "No." Then she looked to Sophia. "Take Zimmy into your room, ok?"

"Okay." Sophia said quietly. Then she looked to me and grabbed my hand, leading me into her tiny little room. She let go of my hand and then pulled out a little play chair at her tea party table and then looked to me. "Sit down, we can play tea."

I smiled and nodded. "Okay." Then I sat down and took out all my stuff. I turned the recorder on as she pretended to pour us some tea. Then she took some real chocolate chip cookies out and gave us each one.

"Eat up!" She smiled to me.

I chuckled and took a bite of the cookie. "Mmm, yummy."

It was dry.

She looked pretty pleased and giggled. "You're pretty!"

"Why thank you." I smiled.

"I like your makeup." She pointed.

"Thank you." I smiled as I swallowed the cookie, and turned to a clean page of my notepad.

"Can I ask you some questions, Sophia?"

"Yeah." She said as she sipped some of her pretend tea.

"What's your name?"

"You just said my name, silly!"

"What's your whole name?" I smiled.

"Sophia Garland."

"Okay. How old are you?" I asked as I wrote.

"Ten!"

"You sure are tiny for a ten year old."

"Yeah. My mommy says I spend more time growing my brain than my body."

"Oooh, are you smart then?"

"I guess so."

"What grade are you in?"

"Fifth."

"Oh wow, you're ahead."

"Yeah. I get all A's too." She said with a bored tone.

"That's very impressive, Sophia."

She smiled at me. "Thank you! Do you want another cookie?"

"I'm good, thank you." I glanced at my unfinished cookie. "So, I was wondering if we could talk about Spiderman… is that okay with you?"

She perked up. "Yeah! I love Spiderman, what do you wanna know? We are best friends!"

I got excited. "How many times have you seen him?"

"Just once."

"Okay. When do you think you saw him?"

"Last month." She adjusted the cookie on her plate, still not taking a bite.

"Can you tell me what happened when you saw him?"

"Yeah. I'm home alone a lot, so I think he knew I was sad. He came for a visit. I was really happy." She smiled.

I felt bad for her. It reminded me a little of myself… I had been home alone almost half of my childhood because my dad was always working and I never knew my mother…

"What about Dina?"

"She's only here twice a week, when Mommy can't come home at all.."

"Oh." I frowned.

"Well, what happened when you saw Spiderman?"

"He was hungry."

I blinked. "What?"

She giggled at me. "He was hungry! Mommy says I have to be in bed by nine o' clock every night. But that's too early for me, so I was already in bed for an hour before Spiderman came to visit me."

"Oh, really?" I was confused.

"Yeah." She nodded. "I was reading my favorite book, then I heard a loud noise on my balcony." She pointed to the fire escape outside her window.

I raised my eyebrows. "How loud?" I began to write.

"This loud! BOOM!" She yelled.

I flinched, then laughed. "That's pretty loud."

This girl sure was strange.

"Yeah, I was scared at first. But since my lights were off he couldn't see me. I crawled out of my bed and looked outside and saw Spiderman on my balcony!"

Was this for real!? "What was he doing?"

"He was standing like a doggy." She smiled. "He looked really sleepy."

"Like a doggy…?" I frowned.

"Yeah! Like this." She got on her hands and knees, then barked a few times.

"Oooh." I nodded as I continued to write. "Why'd you think he was sleepy?"

"Cause he wasn't alert, like most dogs. His head was hanging, and he moved really slowly."

"Hmmm. He probably was sleepy. He works very hard." So far, from what I've heard from these interviews… Spiderman doesn't seem to put himself first. That was pretty noble… but he was probably pretty hurt and Sophia just didn't realize it.

"Yup." She smiled. "I knew it was cold outside so I opened my window and asked if he wanted a blanky."

My eyebrows went up, and I held back a laugh. If this was a true story, I would give anything to go back and time and watch the cute exchange between them

"Oh really. That was nice of you. What'd he say?"

"He just said 'Food'." She whispered the last part.

I laughed as I continued to write, ignoring my cramping wrist. Couldn't miss anything. "Then what?"

"I said, 'Are you hungry?'. And he just nodded his head like this." She moved her head up and down very slowly. And her serious expression was pretty adorable.

"So I went and got my favorite blanky for him, crawled out there and covered him up. I wanted him to stay and play with me so I kept him comfortable. I made sure to talk quiet like him and told him I'd be right back, and to not leave." She wagged her finger.

I was grinning now as I listened. "So he didn't move when you crawled out by him?"

"No. I think he fell asleep."

I bit my lip. "Oh." Hoping he wasn't too injured, and really was just tired.

"What's your favorite blanky?"

She stood up quickly and walked to her bed. "This one! My Little Ponies are my favorite… I think he likes them too."

The pink blanket covered in ponies and rainbows looked pretty warm… but just imagining it on Spiderman was quite a thought. I grinned even bigger as I wrote down the description of the blanket.

"So did you bring him food?"

"Yup!" She smiled proudly. "I made my favorite food for him. A ham and cheese sandwich with wonder bread! Mustard and mayonnaise… no relish, cause I hate relish. Then I put some cookies on the plate for him too, and poured him a huge glass of milk." She looked proud of herself.

"Did he eat it?"

"Yeah. I went back to my room and he was lying down. I leaned out the window to him and set the plate in front of him. I told him he had to eat all of it because wasting food was bad for your growth! My mommy tells me that whenever I eat, because I need every calorie I can get!" She sounded like she was quoting something she heard a lot.

I shook my head as I listened to her talk. I couldn't believe this had happened to such a little girl… but it made sense I guess, because he knew no one would believe a little girl about feeding Spiderman. Hah, that made me laugh.

"Did he ever wake up and eat?"

"Yeah!" She said with excitement. "He listened like a good boy, sat up and started to eat." She smiled proudly.

I felt my heart race. EAT!? "Whoa whoa! How did he eat if he was wearing a mask?" I asked.

"He took his mask off, silly!" She giggled at me, like it was so obvious.

I stared in disbelief for a moment as I gathered myself. "Oh… okay. Did you see his face?"

"Yeah." She smiled.

My eyes were wide and I was now beginning to envy this little ten-year-old girl.

"So he just sat up, pulled his mask off, and ate?"

"Yup. All of the food. He was a very good boy." She smiled. "Even the milk! And I hate milk! I was very proud of him."

"So… what did he look like?"

"Sleepy."

I smiled. "I mean, what did his face look like? What were his features?"

"What do you mean? He looked like a boy."

I sighed. "Yes… but… what color was his skin?"

She looked like she hadn't even thought of that. "Hmm. Like yours."

"White?"

"Yeah." She smiled.

"Okay…" Finally getting some where. I wrote like a madwoman and then looked to her again.

"Do you know what color his hair was?"

"I don't remember." She looked shy.

"Was it like yours?"

"No. It was darker."

"Like mine?" I pointed at my brunette hair.

"Maybe. I don't remember." She sounded upset.

"It's ok if you don't remember, Sophia. You're already doing so great." I smiled.

"He had a boo-boo though."

"Really?"

"Yeah, his lip was red and bloody. I don't like blood." She looked scared.

"Hmm. I'm sure he was very happy that you fed him."

"He kept smiling at me. He was very nice!"

Good smile, this is matching up. "Did he look nice?"

"Of course he did, he's Spiderman."

I smiled. Thinking about his nice smile made me feel fuzzy on the inside…

"So, did he say anything else before he left?"

"He told me to go to bed. So I went to bed, and when I woke up the next day he was gone."

"Was your window left opened?"

"No! He even folded my blanky for me." She smiled.

"He's very nice. He was probably thankful for you."

"Yeah. I think I'm his best friend. He's probably lonely."

I frowned. She was probably right… must be a lonely kind of guy. How many friends could you really have around that you could trust when you were Spiderman?

"Well, Sophia. Thank you so very much, I really appreciate it." I stood up.

She smiled up at me. "You're welcome. You're my second best friend now."

I froze. "Really?"

"Yeah. No one else talks to me."

I glared. "Well, your friends are Spiderman and me. Everyone should want to be your friend."

She looked very happy and smiled. "Yay! Please come back, okay?"

I hesitated… then remembered myself as a child. "I will. I promise."

She just smiled at me as I smiled back, then turned to walk out. But right when I turned I saw Dina in the doorway.

"Oh." I said in shock, as I stopped quickly.

"You finished?" She sounded really way too bored.

"Yeah."

"K." She walked me to the door as I pushed my crap into my purse.

"Well, thanks again." I smiled awkwardly, as she opened the door and I walked out.

"Yup." She said as she looked at me, then shut the door. Jeez. That poor little girl. Not that poor though… I mean, she got to freaking feed Spiderman! Man was I super jealous!