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early on, you wouldn't... It took about twenty minutes for the police
and the ambulance to get there, called by the New York office. One of
the cops was Rod Cummings, who Jim knew fairly well. They drank and
played pool together down at Bob's Bar in town. Rod looked down at the
hole and said, "Dear God on a moped."

Weah," said Jim.

The ambulance people got busy with Tom. As they carried him away, Rod
said very softly, "CalTech called the station and the state emergency
services. Asked whether there had been an earthquake."

Nope, "Jim said. "Nothing like that. A disaster, though .... "

He couldn't get rid of the image of that stocky shape with the
metallic arms, looking down at Harry as if from a great distance, and
saying, "Ah, the human condition. Easily remedied, fortunately."

Jim shook all over as he watched the paramedics put Tom into the
ambulance, on a real backboard this time. "He'll be okay, won't he?"

"I think so. The question is," and Rod looked down at the crater, from
which vague plumes of dust still very gently rose, 'rill we?"

" etey?"

"Hmmm?"

"Where's the hand cream?"

Peter Parker was in his apartment in New York. It was one of many
things for which, at the moment, he gave thanks. He was in the tub, up
to his nose in suds. He lay there staring at the ceiling, and
considered briefly that it was going to need repaintingagain soon; the
dampness was making the paint over the tub bubble.

'vVhich hand cream specifically?" Peter said after a moment. Mary
Jane Watson-Parker, resplendent in a calico cotton bathrobe with a torn
pocket, put her head around the bathroom door, looking vaguely worried.
"It's the apple one, with the cuticle stuff."

"vVhat's the bottle look like?"

"It wasn't a bottle. It was a kind of little bucket."

Peter sighed. A week ago, he had been washing Everglades muck out of
his Spider-Man costume, thinking that if he could just get back to New
York, he'd never complain about anythingagain. How quickly things can
change, he thought, and said aloud, "A little bucket..."