wisecracking | First Photograph § Voice/Action

[There's a really good question that Peter needs to ask himself. What bad guy hit him hard enough to knock him out and throw him all the way into Central Park? Trees and grass shouldn't have hurt so hard to make his back hurt. Okay, maybe trees. But still, it wasn't like he was slammed into another brick wall. No, it was just a really dense looking forest that definitely didn't look like it would be Central Park. That's weird. Maybe Mysterio had something to do with this. Not sure how the guy could get the jump on him like this, though.

But it seemed like he was at least hit hard enough that his clothes were knocked off. How can you even hit a guy in a skin tight costume that hard? Well, it explains how he would have gotten to a place with a ton of trees. Not good. He might actually be injured now--

Or he could have wings on his back.]

[Voice]

[After figuring some things out and realizing that the journal actually... talks, Peter can be seen walking into the village while wearing the New Feather pants. While wandering aimlessly and looking worried, he's flipping through his journal until he figures out how to use it.]

This on? [Seems like it.] Quick show of hands. Who else is creeped out by the talking book?

[Yeah. Let's keep wandering around this weird village until someone helps him, or he finds someone he recognizes. He hope everyone is alright.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Books do not talk, son. 'S all in your imaginative psychologicalistical innerself. Delusions or whatnot.

Go back to sleep, eh?

So... you're telling me that I'm hallucinating. That is what you're trying to say, right?

[Because psychologicalistical doesn't sound like a word his subconscious would make up.]

Not at all! What I'm sayin' is that -- because you clearly sleep alone, eh? -- you've fallen into a deep and insidious dream-state. You should wake yourself up directly!