Two weeks, three days, 18 hours, and counting. It was the only really was for him to keep track to time. How long had passed since he had finished his last journay. To many things, to many opportunitys had come up that he couldn't let slide by and now was another one of those.
He had just been following people around, nothing really exciting had been happening during the day, but at night, when he returned home, opened his bin and grabbed the dirty black and white mask, that was when the really fun began.
Someone was missing, for a day or so now. Police hadn't found him, and were nearly prepared in giving up on the search for this so called "Harry Osborn." During the day, their was nearly no hope in finding him, at night, however when he was free to do as he wished, any means of finding this lost teen were to be used.