[ He doesn't remember snow being in the forecast when he'd watched the weather report late, late last night.

But, here it is, snowing. Peter closes his eyes. He has to be dreaming, he thinks. His mind giving him a brief reprieve from his ever present depression. He doesn't know why it would take him here, though? Wouldn't a tropical paradise be better? Some comfortable chalet in the Alps sitting in a fireplace?

No, he's standing in the middle of thick throng of trees, shivering. His breath fogs out in front of him and, when he looks down, he's ankle deep in the white stuff. He can feel it soaking into his socks. ]

What — ?

[ He shivers again before he picks one foot up and starts walking. If this is a dream, shouldn't he be waking up now? Shouldn't something jar him enough to get him out of this place? ]

Hello? Is this a dream? Anyone?

[ All he hears is his voice echoing throughout the trees. It's kind of creepy. Peter stops walking and looks around. ]

Am I about to be stabbed? This is like the beginning of a really bad horror movie. Hello?

[ It's not a dream. As everything drags out longer and longer, Peter realizes that this is not a dream. So, maybe it's some kind of punishment? He doesn't recognize anyone but everyone is either looking dazed like him or like this has happened before.

And that kind of worries him. He doesn't like the thought that this might be something that occurs on a regular basis. How do you kidnap a bunch of people and drop them in the middle of Nowheresville and not have it be big time news? He's missing something.

But he doesn't know if he's up to even trying to figure it out. Right now, he's just cold. There's a hot mug of tea in his hands but the cold's been there a lot longer than just since he's gotten here. It's seeped into his bones and has taken up permanent residence in his body.

He takes a sip anyway. ]

Ew.

[ Right, he doesn't like tea. ]

Anyone got some hot coffee instead?

[ Peter Parker makes bad decisions. At this point, why wouldn't he eat a damn mushroom? Nothing could be worse than what he's already gone through and he's hungry. If he closes his eyes, maybe he can picture this reishi mushroom on a big pizza with cheese that's oozing off the ends.

He takes a bite and that...is not a pizza. It's not terrible but yeah, he's not going to be replacing potato chips for mushrooms anytime soon. Getting to his feet, he starts walking, heading away from the mushrooms ands up walking right into a tree. It staggers him and it hurts.

He stumbles backwards and realizes that there's nothing but blackness in front of his eyes. He waves a hand and even reaches up like maybe he's been blinfolded but no. He just can't see anymore.

Oh boy. ]

Well, if this isn't a great PSA for not eating wild mushrooms, then I don't know what is.

[ Okay, don't panic, he thinks. Don't panic, Pete.

Guess what? He's panicking. ]