Hobie Brown, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, and Pavitr were on the run, hiding from Miguel.

"S-so--huff--who are we g-oing to?" Miles asked between gasps as the group ran through streets lines with broken-down buildings. Hobie glanced around until he found the familiar landmark. "A spider friend." He said.

Gwen huffed, running as fast as she could. "Hobie--whose dimension is this?" she demanded, exhaused already. The jacket she wore over her spider suit snapped in the wind, annoying her.

"We're almost--here." Hobie stopped in front of a tall red house, nestled between a huge apartment building and an old gym.

He led the others into the old gym, stealthily creeping behind corners. He knew his friend was here. It was Friday, and the spider was a gym nut.

"There." He whispered, peeking around a corner to a room full of weights, where someone was working out.