I guess you might be asking about loose ends. I can tell you about a few, to give you some peace of mind. But as for some others...

You'll just have to spin the stories yourself.

I can tell you that Grandma Watson arrived that very same day, took one look at Dad and slapped him across the face, shouting, "Peter Parker, how dare you stand there smiling after what you've put us through!" Then she threw her arms around him in a bear hug.

I can tell you that Harry Osborn was out of the hospital in two days, with doctors marveling over his incredible recovery and his Aunt Beth crying and hugging him and refusing to let him out of her sight. He's been spending a lot of time in his basement workshop lately. When I asked him what he was up to, he shrugged and said, "You'll see it when it's done."

I can tell you that Mom is back on her feet and happier than I've ever seen her, and has been promoted to chief technician at her store. I can tell you that Dad is planning to turn in a permanent resignation to the Daily Bugle. "I'm not working for any paper that insults my daughter," he said a few days ago. "Besides, I've got an idea for another job in mind..."

I can tell you that Dr. Robert Hiller quit his job at Quest Aerospace as soon as he returned and has just gotten a place as a physician at Manhattan General Hospital.

I can tell you that the news reported that the Coast Guard was sent out on Christmas Eve to investigate a giant explosion somewhere near Nantucket, but that nothing was ever found.

I can tell you that Midtown High School has a new chemistry teacher, but I try not to think about the old one.

I guess there are some things I still have to work out.

I hope that people can feel safer in this city. Not from super- powered villains, but from the ordinary worries of walking down the block at night. When something goes wrong, don't be afraid, because I'll be there.

Spider-Girl's always watching.

Many stories end with a happily ever after. I'm not sure about this. After all, something's bound to come up sooner or later. But I'm not worried. If something happens, I'll face it. No, we'll face it. The Parkers stick together. Peter, Mary Jane, Ben, and Mayday.

I wonder sometimes about the whole 'family business'. It's true what they say; I really am just a kid. Just a fifteen-year-old girl with an unusual gift. Some say I'm not old enough to make a decision like this.

All I know is that, whatever I become, it'll be what I choose to be. And I think it might have something to do with webswinging.

That's the way it goes with these family things.