He remembered the way the sound harmonized with the sirens of the NYPD, creating a chaotic symphony of heroics and heartbreak. He thought of Gwen, and how her voice was the only thing that could ever truly drown out the noise of the city. He hit 'Save.'
He selected a specific tone: the from his recent battles.
The glowing screen of the cell phone was the only thing illuminating Peter Parker’s cramped bedroom. It was past midnight, and the silence of the apartment was heavy, broken only by the distant hum of Queens traffic.