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[New York City is all around him, a mixture of loud noise and constant movement. He's standing in the middle of the sidewalk, holding a piece of paper and scanning the crowd.

And there she is.]

Kate! [He starts running after her, pushing people aside as he goes.] Kate, wait!

[He runs faster and faster, following her through the streets, darting into alleys and making sharp turns but he can never quite reach her, no matter how fast he goes.

His lungs are burning, his legs ache but he keeps moving, taking another quick turn and nearly crashing into a brick wall.

A wall. A wall with no other exits in immediate view and too high to climb.]

...Kate?

[He looks around, expression momentarily helpless.]

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[ Yeah, Peter uses these back alleys to get back home after work. What, that's not weird at all. It's way weirder that this guy practically runs into him, because that never happens in New York. ]

--Hey, you okay?

[Neal looks around, breathless with wide eyes. Kate, I--Did you see a girl come down this way? White, long brown here? She would have been running?

Sorry, I-- [ Peter turns and looks around himself as if... Kate's something that fell out of this guy's pocket. ] --Don't think I saw anyone come this way.

[he looks skeptical] She had to have come down this way, there's no other place for her to go. [He sounds a little defeated, even though he's pretty sure what he says is true. He'd been chasing her for what seemed like miles. With how tired and sore he is, it would have been easier for her to slip him.]

[ And Peter just looks... apologetic. ] You sure it was her?

[He nods.] I got a good look at her. I tried talking to her but she ran. I didn't even get a chance to get a full sentence out.

[ After another few seconds of thought, Peter sighs, wishing he could do more. ] Any idea where else she could've gone?

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