Rooms

[After this]

Aunt Clem? You all okay?

[Unclear print lines. Slight angle.]

Dear Mother Tabbyskins, and how are you now, let me feel your pulse, so-so, show your tongue, bow-wow!

Very sick, very sick!

Please attempt to purr.
Will you take a draught or pill, which do you prefer?

Doctor Dog comes nearer, says she must be bled.
I heard Mother Tabbyskins screaming in her bed.

Very fast very fast scuffling out and in, Doctor Dog looks full and queer
Where is Tabbyskin?
I will tell the moral without any fuss:
those who lead the young astray always suffer thus.

Very nice, very nice let our conduct be.
For all doctors are not mice, some are dogs, you see.

[Selina K]
[As JR.]

I heard you on the comms. Stay out of jams?

[Evelyn T & Solas group lock]

Are you busy?

[Midway through the week, amidst journalist details of the destruction at Stark Tower, a small article appears on the lower right corner of page five. On top, a picture of Gwen Stacy taken from a Midtown Science High School yearbook. Beneath, a blurb documenting the funeral that was held Monday morning. The event was an intimate gathering of family and friends, and not open to the public. Although funded by Harry Osborn, the Oscorp CEO was reported to have not been in attendance.]