I was standing there, with a man I hardly knew. And he knew my name. Well, who knows my name? I'm just Crissy. I mean, seriously, there's nothing really special about me really.

Who was he?

"I don't know," he said.

"Then...I mean," I shook my head. "Crissy. That's my name."

"Maybe you didn't hear me correctly," He turned away. Now I was confused. I didn't want to bother him, you know? I don't know, but I don't want to question him. Strange how I feel that way. I know, but I just don't want to make his life harder you know?

Oh, I don't know. After the robber I didn't know what to think.

"Wait, what?" I covered my head. I don't get this. What just happened? Why was he confusing me?

"Maybe you heard me wrong," he repeated. He squeezed my side. "Do you want me to take you home?"

"Why are you holding me?" I whispered.

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry," He let go. Just like me. Great, why is my head confused? I'm not thinking straight anymore. Once again I'm full of questions. And now I can't answer them.

"I know you." I stopped and backed away. Why did I just say that? I don't even know him. So why did I just say that? It was like an understanding that me, myself, didn't even know of.

"No, you don't. My name's Spiderman," His mask didn't show anything. So maybe I don't know him.

Tears sprang to my eyes.

I realized. I was in shock. Was that why I was getting so worked up about my name? I knew this man... But I couldn't even explain that to myself. It was like a weird connection between what I knew.

And what I didn't.

"Crissy? Are you okay?" He pulled me back into his arms. "It's okay. I understand, it's all right." It felt comforting, but confusing. What was he talking about?

"Your name's Spiderman?" Funny, I thought I could be in control of my emotions. I mean, I felt this before. Which made this a lot more confusing.

"Yeah," His voice was muffled. It was light, but comforting at the same time. I knew I had to come back. To myself I mean.

And that was to get back.

"Spiderman, take me home- please," I couldn't recognize my voice. It was the same thing with Peter. But I never felt it for another man. I wasn't going to let myself sink into confusion this way without answers.

I just need to clear my head.

"Okay." I nodded. I closed my eyes, ready to fall.

Nothing happened.

I opened my eyes again. He was reluctant. I mean, who could blame him? It was hard for him to calm me down just now. Who would want to go through that again?

"How about we just walk?"

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Do you want me to swing from rooftop at a time? It would be a lot easier." He seemed careful to put my arm around me. I shook my head.

"Sorry-it's just that...I mean, sorry. But I don't. I don't." I walked over to see the edge.

Lets just say that was a bad idea. Yet that's when I found myself. I was me again. Then I remembered losing myself. To a complete stranger.

I just did that?

"Crissy?"

I turned to look at him. Spiderman, I mean. "Don't call me Crissy. Please, you get me really confused when you say that."

I don't know where it came from. But how can I be ungrateful? I mean, seriously, he saved my life, and here I am giving him a hard time. How cruel could I be?

"Sorry, I didn't mean that." I looked down at the floor.

"It's okay," he said aiming his finger. He looked back at me. "Ready?"

I nodded. "Yes." My voice seemed dull. Or maybe just numb. How am I going to explain this? To Vashti I mean.

I landed on the ground. I didn't close my eyes. Just smiled at Spiderman. I had to show him I was grateful.

"Thanks," I said.

His voice seemed soft as he spoke. "You're welcome."

I still stayed there.

"Sorry I panicked on you," what else was I supposed to say? Weird, how my voice seems different.

What is wrong with me?

I was rescued. And I thanked God for that. But the whole thing. It feels that I've never done that before. Like I can never form my words into one answer.

"I'm just glad you're alright. Your friendly neighborhood Spiderman," He swung off. And I still stood there.

Time to go inside Crissy.

I sighed. Coming through the screen door, I didn't see any boxes. Must have been cleared when I was gone.

That means I didn't help Vashti. That means I didn't help any of them. I didn't even think about it. Why didn't I think about it?

I entered the living room.

Harry and Vashti were sitting on the couch.

She looked up at me and smiled. "I found the journal at the door step," she said. I looked besides her. My journals were there. How long was I gone?

I looked in at the clock. It was only a while since I came up. I was gone long. What was going on here?

I frowned. "Oh, um, thanks." Maybe she just thought that I had trouble finding it. Or something like that.

Harry looked up from the movie. "Hey Crissy."

Well, I was taken back. Who wouldn't? Harry never liked to talk to me. I mean, maybe he was trying to be friendly-for once.

Oh, I don't know. "Hi," I said. "What are you guys watching?"

"Nothing really," he yawned. "I'm going to go now. Bye Vashti." He walked out of the room.

Vashti took a deep breath and stood up. There was nothing to say really. We were both tired.

I don't know anymore. To figure out my thoughts. Maybe I'm just tired. Or just shaken. But I needed sleep, nothing more. That's it. I'm just tired. So what's wrong with me?

Have you ever felt numb before? Don't know what to say? I looked back at Vashti. She didn't look at me in disgust. But shocked. Just shocked.

"Crissy," she looked at my hands.

Oh no.

Water was dripping from my hands and onto the carpet floor. But my hand wasn't wet. It was happening again. It was like I was feeling a sensation again. I know, that sounds strange. But it was happening.

What am I supposed to do now?

I held my stomach. It hurt. It hurt so badly. I dropped to the floor.

It dripped.

Vashti didn't stand there for long. She seemed nervous. Neither of us knew what to do.

"Hold on Crissy, I'll get-some help. Somewhere."

Vashti took one last look at me. I didn't pass out this time. At least, not yet. I gripped my stomach harder.

And waited.