[Reffering to a bombing that happened that took the life of Norman Osborn, his late Father. And many others] Emotional day. And father Murdock is right, the air is thick with memories.

The one I keep thinking of-- One I can't seem to stop thinking of-- Is from when I was seven. It was the first time my dad played catch with me. Now, I don't really like baseball, and he didn't like baseball, but there it is. Haunting me. And it wasn't until today, really, that I figured out why.

In that moment-- The entire world was just the ball, me and my dad. Like that was the only thing that mattered. Like I was the most important person in the world. And now I'll never be able to make another memory like that with him.