For a handful of weeks now, Peter knew that he had a shadow. Now, if this shadow was a six foot tall man in a dark suit, he would have reason to be suspicious; but this shadow of his was much smaller. Much more.. fragile looking. She had been on his tail for a long time, and he figured she needed some closure; and that closure would have to come with confrontation. At least, the polite kind. In his suit, Peter stepped out onto the alley he always crossed on his way home, where he knew she would be waiting for him. This time around, he stepped carefully, looking around. "Come out, come out, wherever you are," he called out. "I'm no menace -- I'm not gonna hurt you."