Music can only block out so much, because even the hypnotized Ben can't ignore that annoying ringing for long. Soon enough he's focusing on it, and it seems louder and louder to him, until he's so focused on it that it manages to block everything else out, even the song. Ben's hands go to his ears to try and block it out, trying to fend off what could be a terrible headache, until a part of his brain reminds him why exactly his spidey sense would be going off. Danger.
All of a sudden his head jerks up and he looks to the others and around to see what the danger could be. Only to see them all sitting there blankly while some guy went and picked pockets. Shoot. Well...had to wake them up so they could save the day right?
Another quick look around, then Ben slides under the table, kicking off his shoes and street clothes once he's there. Luckily he'd been web slinging earlier today and had the uniform on underneath. He stuffs his street clothes into Elaine's guitar case and nudges her foot, figuring she might be the easiest to get out of this if she hadn't already done so on her own.
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