This one makes absolutely no sense to Dylan, although it is substantially less disturbing that the memory that arrived previously. There is no voice in his head to clue him into the details; red hair, lizards, Midtown, Gwen Stacy. Dylan just shakes his head and swallows down the rest of his coffee when the ease finally begins to settle around him. Whatever happened, it seems to be over, and while it takes some effort to get focused once more, he gets back to work.