[It first started with little things, the sinking suspicion that maybe everyone was against him and had done all this to him on purpose. That Bucky sacrificed himself so that Peter would have to die alone and frozen, that John was never coming, that everyone was laughing at him behind his back, that everyone hated him. The day before, it looked like the walls were rippling, that Orloni were scurrying around in the shadows. Here and there, in the darkest corners, galaxies and stars swirled silently, as if the building was breaking apart into space itself. Not entirely unpleasant, but still, weird as anything.

It was when the walls started cracking and skeletons upon skeletons began pouring through, was when Peter genuinely started to freak out. Panicked, he tries to contact someone--anyone--Flynn seems like he knows a lot about things.]

They're everywhere!

[It's Peter, using video, looking--well, worse for the wear from not eating and being half-frozen and exhausted. The video shakes as he points it towards the walls of office building he's in.

And the walls are perfectly normal.]