Electro was down and out. The spider who'd forsaken him turned out to be the only person he'd considered a friend. And now he was truly isolated. It was just like when he'd been shipped off to a new country by his father. Though this time, he wasn't a child. And designer clothing had been traded for a bright orange jumpsuit.

He was thrown into prison the moment he'd been captured after his city wide rampage. And he'd heard the name the media gave him: the Green Goblin.

Apparently, the bulky military prototype suit made him look frightening while he zipped around hundreds of feet in the air. And the rapid acceleration of his disease had made him look inhuman.

Harry's body had begun to somewhat recover from the incident with the spider venom, yet he was nowhere near 'normal' enough to see anyone. Which was why he was angered when he was told there was a visitor for him.

Now he was waiting by the phone, separated by plexiglass. Likely a good thing, as he wanted to strangle the person on the other side for coming at all.