"We found nothing of value. All we knew was that someone had carried him into the bathtub and washed him once afterward." In a secluded warehouse somewhere in town, Peter took off his gloves helplessly and explained to the yawning girls, "At least, with the naked eye alone, I can't determine the cause of death or what he did while he was alive."
To dissect the corpse, Peter had even gone to the supermarket and bought a pair of dishwashing gloves. They were pink, which made them look rather comical.
The outskirts were still somewhat hot at night. This abandoned warehouse was piled with old appliances, perhaps junk discarded by some restaurant, and there were plenty of signs of cockroach activity.
Even so, he had done his best to use broken furniture to partition off an autopsy room, sparing the girls from seeing anything too bloody.
"Ugh, how could this happen? I wanted to take an alien spaceship and see what it was like beyond Earth." MJ was rather disappointed. She vigorously scratched her curly hair, making her favorite little Latin-girl waves rustle softly.
Every child, boy or girl, dreamed of entering space, of seeing the craters on the moon and looking down at the Earth they lived on from outer space.
How romantic.
Gwen raised her hand to check the electronic watch on her wrist and sighed as well. "We need to go home. We have school tomorrow. Even if my dad is on the night shift and won't be home tonight, I still haven't done my french homework."
Her father was the commissioner of the New York Police Department. He was somewhat rigid and disliked Superheroes, but he was still a good cop.
Red-haired Mary Jane put on her eye mask and pushed it down with a finger