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[Peter's grabbing his actual communicator after trying to call Gwen at least six times and discovering that nope, his smart phone doesn't have a connection down here. In this. Wherever he is.

There's a long moment where he wonders if he's been snagged by someone - not the cops, definitely not the cops, but maybe Dr. Connors or Oscorp or someone, when he'd been walking through the sewer-

He clicks on the audio, holding it like a phone as he starts moving away from the pod, starting to explore a little more, still in the costume.]

Gwen? Are you-

[The audio cuts abruptly for several minutes, because things are starting to fall into place and either this is a really, really weird dream, or he got yanked out of the sewers of New York City by aliens. And now he's stuck on some ship in a strange... somewhere. He can't feel the ship moving, really, there's no hum under his feet from an active engine or something.

The next part is a video feed, and Peter's changed out of the costume by now. He might not be great at keeping the mask on sometimes, but he figures it's better to try and keep the secret for now. He looks a little roughed up. There's scrapes and bruises on his face - over his left eyebrow, his jaw, his cheek, the bridge of his nose - and there's sort of a resigned-but-desperate edge to the way he addresses the camera, because seriously, he really can't be here right now.]

So, uh, I have no idea what's going on, but I really need to get home, like, now. So if someone could point me in the direction of whoever brought me here, I'd really, really appreciate it.

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Yes, hello there!

[There's a voice, but nothing but an empty, open sky on the video screen. It seems that the source is either very bashful, or someone who feels that showing their face might not be the best thing for another new arrival. Let's ease into that, hmm?]

Do not be alarmed, young one. You, like many of us, have been brought to another planet for reasons not yet fully understood. We do not know precisely who is responsible, and there does not seem to be any immediate way to return home.

[No matter how unpleasant it was, he certainly said it with a cheerful, reassuring voice. Hopefully that would help.]

You are not alone in this, however! If there is anything you need, please let us know.

Whoever brought us here is long gone, my friend, but we are trying to get back.

All of us.

[The Doctor looks quite battered himself - his face is bruised, his shoulder is heavily bandaged, and his ribs are clearly wrapped beneath his shirt - but his smile is a gentle one.]

I'm afraid none of us have quite figured out how to do that yet.

[The smile fades, then, in favour of concern.] Are you all right? Our hospital's a tad crowded at the moment, but there's always room to be made.

They're not lying, either. They really don't have any clue. Nobody does. [She sounds almost wondered--Chloe's really not used to such complete and utter uselessness from the entire known intranet. It's almost impressive, in a sad sort of way.]

At least, nobody who's set foot on the network.

[Which changes the information pool pretty drastically, but let's not get into that right now.]

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