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Miguel's 'Lair', The Lobby

He sat there, contemplating everything that happened. He sighed.

He then picked up a telephone, an old one at that, I mean what would you expect, a telephone not used for who knows how long, it is 2099 in this universe.

He dialed '616 WB' yup, the telephone even had letters.

The phone rang, thankfully.

And someone picked it up.

"Madame Web, sorry for bothering you but I must inquire in something."

"Go on, Mr. Miguel O'Harra."

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