[She scoffs, a bitter sound more than anything. It's a raw nerve, one left out in the open and sensitive to the touch. Sometimes it feels like just moments ago that everything had happened. It feels like it's never going to lessen. Time heals all wounds? How? Especially when you're suspended in it?]

I don't know, Spider-Man. This bad stuff is pretty bad.

[She runs a hand over the sore spots on her neck, trying to chase away the feeling of Tommy squeezing there as hard as he can.]

Unless you're used to undead serial killers trying to kill you and everyone around you.