There was movement out of the corner of his eye, out beyond the window glass. Ben put down the CB receiver and looked over, not exactly sure what to expect but still not prepared for what he saw. It looked like Iron Man outside that window. No, scratch that, it looked like Iron Man carrying a blue haired teenager outside that window. That was it then, Ben knew it, he'd lost his god damned mind.
He took a halting step towards the glass and then another, squinting. Surely this wasn't real, it couldn't be. After all this time here alone, of all the people in the world, why would Iron Man show up to The Daily Bugle of all places and rescue him? Especially after the piece they'd put out about Stark last month, Jesus. Maybe he could believe it, since Iron Man was supposed to be a super hero and all, but it was the addition of the blue haired girl that made the scene seem too absurd to be reality.
Still, he'd blinked several times and the image hadn't dissipated yet so Ben held up a tentative hand in a gesture of greeting. Now he was waving to his hallucinations. That seemed perfectly sane and healthy, but probably no worse than carrying on chats with zombie Jameson in the other room.