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Chapter Two: Black as Night
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Peter ended his mental prayers and lifted his head to observe where they had been taken. It didn't take him long to recongize his surroundings. New York. They were in New York. A wave of emotions swept over him, and he remained motionless for a moment to sort them all out. Everything felt so familiar. He could feel the urge to explore the city to its smallest detail, to refreshen his memory of the home he had left behind. He felt the concrete jungle calling him, beckoning him to once again scale its walls, swing from its hightest heights, and experience a feeling that had been lost to him for so long. He felt like he was home. And even though he was being swamped by all these emotions, he revealed none to his teammates.
And yet, some small part seemed off. Some mute, awkward feeling probed at his insides and painfully reminded him that no matter how familiar his surroundings were, he was not home. This was not his New York. Yet, such knowledge caused him to wonder how similiar this New York was to his own. At home he had New York virtually memorized. He knew every building, every park, bridge, sewer entrance and alley. For a brief moment he felt the need to ask to be flown up above the trees and into the sky, so he could get an ariel view of the city, but quickly decided against it. Such action may attract unwanted attention. For now he would wait and bide his time until he could conduct a proper observation.
Turning his attention and his thoughts away from the city and towards his teammates, Peter waited for them to agree upon a course of action. Their time spent on this world promised to be...interesting.


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