[Normie's breath hitches as the car door opens and he steels himself for whoever it is that's coming out of the car. For the briefest moment, he looks disappointed that he doesn't recognize the man who exits. It may have been years since he last heard his father's voice, but he kept pictures of the man in his home, in his office, and in his phone. He knows his father's face, and that isn't it, scars or no scars. Still, he couldn't write it off entirely, because even though it might not be his father's face, there's still a resemblance there that he can't quite put his finger on.

Then the man speaks, and Normie quickly looks away.]

Neither did I, to be honest, but fate decided to laugh in my face and here I am. Running the show.

[Sure, this was something he wanted to do back home. Reclaim the Osborn Corporation, reclaim the Green Goblin identity.... scrub the taint his grandfather cast on the family name clean. But here... Here was different. The scars his grandfather left in this world are too fresh. Some days it feels more like a punishment than a way to set things right. Still, no matter what universe, it seems OsCorp's fated to be his company to right, and it's a responsibility he plans on bearing for as long as he's here.

After all, a wise young woman once taught him that with great power, there must also come great responsibility.

He runs a hand across his hair as he shifts from one foot to the other. How much should he really say upfront? Perhaps he should wait for the other man to make the first move, but Normie has to know.]

I have to ask.... Does the name "Liz Allan" mean anything to you? Does.... Does the name Norman mean anything to you? Not... Not Norman Virgil... Norman Harold... Normie.