What is to become of me? This has been a time for how you might say, the books. The Great Wise Abby did write me back. She said something about silly college students and how she hopes God has mercy on my soul. What a lovely woman! Though mercy is too much for someone such as me to hope for.
As kind as her letter was, it gave me no advice. So I decided to help Momo with his loft. It has been fallen into a sea of decay every since he put my goo into his blood system. 
So I did what my mother and her mother before her has done all her life…
So I did what my mother and her mother before her has done all her life…
As I was cleaning the loft/lab I did find something interesting. It may explain why Momo has been acting so strangely. It was behind some old prophetic paintings. I thought Momo only had one injection? Where did it come from?
Well, let me tell you, his laboratory was a mess. cobwebs everywhere! I began to sweep them aside, but what did I find? A face! Dios Mio! I pulled some of the webbing aside and Dios Mio again! Not a face, but a body!
“Maya? I’m home!” I heard Mohinder shout. I quickly hid under the table. Momo doesn’t like it when I touch his things… Unless he tells me to. I thought he might web me too.
Maya?” He called, entering the lab. I grasped my knees and shook.
“Maya!” He shouted. He had found the uncovered body. “Maya! You’ve got some ‘splaining to do!”
“GWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!”
And as usual… the plague exploded from my sockets. I heard Mohinder stumbling around the room telling me to stop crying. The web people began screaming too. “I’M A VERY BAD GIRL! I’M SOOOORRRRRY! AHAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNGH!”
He kicked over the table and glowered at me. I lowered my head and stopped crying, as a scolded dog tucks his tail over his pene.
“Look what you did, Maya! Bad! Very bad!”
I sniffled and looked anywhere but his face. And I saw the web people still writhing in their cocoons. Eh? Que Diablos? As far as I know, the pain stops when I stop crying. But then I realized… Momo and I were better suited for each other than I thought… 
“You are a monster, like me!” I cried.
“You are a monster, like me!” I cried. Momo didn’t like that. He bit me, which I enjoyed, and webbed me. I was pleased at first, since I can do little harm here. But alas! I have nothing to do but sleep. I am still a creature of sin, with much atonement to do!
Oh! More people have come! Perhaps if I ask nicely they will put some broken glass up my nose for me!
No broken glass here, I’m afraid, but I do have these ice shards.
Alternately, you could just scorch your corneas by gazing upon Nathan’s and my combined hotness. It will also make you feel inferior about your own appearance, and something tells me you’ll like that.
Don’t worry. You’ll be a butterfly soon.