"Oh God! Someone, please help me!" Jillian screamed. Her knees were scraped and dirty, her clothes torn in various places, and mud on her face. She was on the cold New York pavement, helping herself up very uneasily. She cried out one more time, waiting for someone to come help her.

She screamed again, a little louder and with more enthusiasm. Within five minutes, her cries were answered.

Not everyone gets saved by Spider-Man. People may only see him in person once or twice in a lifetime. But here he was, standing a few feet from her, ready to assist her.

"Spider-Man." She said, awestricken. "You…you actually came."

"Of course. Are you okay? I think the Hulk heard you all the way out in his cave! What happened?"

"I—uh—I was robbed."

"Which way did they go?"

"They—I dunno. I was…uh…hrm…knocked out." She tried to walk closer to him, but she stumbled and toppled over. He ran to her and picked her up. "Why don't I swing you home?"
"Thanks…for coming and saving me and all."

"Please, I didn't save you. I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner."

"What's five dollars and a fake Dooney and Bourke?"

He laughed and took off, and Jillian felt her feet dangling, her shoes ready to fall off.

"Spider-Man! This is amazing!" She said, looking down. People looked like little toys from their view.

"Yeah."

"You must love this, huh?"

"I do. It's great—it's like I own the place." He said, the wind carrying his voice.

"I'm just so interested in all of this! You're fascinating! I'm a huge fan!"

"Well, I don't get many of those!"

Jillian smiled. "How did you get your powers?"

"An…let's call it an accident."

Spider-Man turned a corner, and the Empire State Building was only a few feet above them. Jillian screamed as they dropped a few feet, then headed towards the Greenwich Village.

"How come you're always at the right place, at the right time?"

"Whaddaya mean?" he said, skimming a rooftop.

"Like…how you saved me. How are you always there for people?"

"I'm not. There are a lot of people I don't get to in time, and then I feel like…being there for the people of this city is my job."

"You must love your job."

"I…I guess I do, yeah. What's with all the questions?"

Jillian tightened her grip on him. "I can't be curious about my savior?"

"What's your name?" He asked after a long period of silence.

"Jillian. You?"
Spider-Man laughed. "Very funny!"

Jillian pointed out her home, a small apartment ten blocks from the border of China Town. She stood on her doorstep in awkward silence, facing Spider-Man. As he said he had to leave, she grabbed his arm. "Wait!" she called, "Wait…don't go. I'm all alone, my parents don't get back until five."

"Well, what am I supposed to do till then?"

"Want some coffee?"

He paused. "Coffee sounds nice."