"Passengers, please stand behind the yellow line."
The webs arrived before the train's lights did.
The first struck John around the waist.
The second wrapped around the strap behind Mary's shoulder.
The third shot past the broken railing and smacked onto a steel beam outside the freight building.
The two of them jerked to a halt in midair.
The steel beam groaned under the pull, and snow cascaded off the roof onto the nose of the train just pulling into the station.
The startled driver frantically sounded the horn.
Chen Mo hung upside down beneath the second-floor exterior wall, his feet stuck to it, his whole body drawn by the webs into a bow of bitter suffering.
"Gotham Railway Company, remember my name tonight."
Gritting his teeth, he hauled John and Mary toward the exterior walkway.
"I saved two people... never mind, you probably don't care about that. But I also saved you an accident compensation payout, so remember to write me a thank-you letter, okay?"
Dick lay at the broken railing, his hand still stretched out beyond it.
Behind him, the Talon had already raised his blade.
Chen Mo flicked his other hand upward.
A web stuck to the back of Dick's coat collar and yanked him straight away from the railing.
Dick tumbled back in front of the maintenance door, his ticket still clenched in his hand.
The Talon's slash missed, his blade cleaving into the broken railing.
Chen Mo flipped onto the walkway, landing with that half-length of severed rope still beneath his feet.
"Don't move."
Dick scrambled up and lunged toward the railing.
Chen Mo grabbed him.
"They're in my web."
"My parents fell!"
"Into my web." Chen Mo pushed him back. "Spider-Man. This is my main line of business. Don't add a child-falling-off-a-building package to