In New York City, life moves fast enough that people rarely stop to question the strange. Superheroes still exist, damage still gets repaired, sirens still cut through the night, and the city still keeps going like nothing ever really changes. But beneath that familiar rhythm, something is off. There are gaps where connections should be, conversations that feel unfinished, and relationships that somehow continue even after parts of them have been erased. People remember Spider-Man, the battles, the chaos, and the headlines. They just do not remember the boy behind the mask.