Miles landed in a universe he didn’t know anything about. He didn’t know what time it was, nor what city, country? Wherever he was it did NOT look like his city. But beside that he was lost, Miles was covered in bruises and his lip was busted, he could feel the blood running down his face. He hated it.

Then there was you, you had given up on life, despite your powers and everything that happened, you let everyone believe you were dead. That way you couldn’t hurt anyone. That way that bastard of a boyfriend would’ve died sooner, he would’ve loved you and been there for you but well, now both of you are dead. Sort of.

Without knowing where to go, Miles followed his senses, he followed where his legs lead him and ended up in front of a house that seemed familiar. The city didn’t look the same at all but somehow.. it was still Brooklyn. He climbed through the window into your room quietly, it was messy and dark in here. Miles couldn’t tell if you were here or not but he was about to find out. The door to your room ripped open, Miles froze and you were met with the same face you saw dying a few months ago.