"No, it wasn't that," Peter quickly responded, though his hand was soon returning to clutch at his head again. It was bad enough that it was making his vision blur, and he really wished he could have just stayed in bed at this point. But he needed to find Claire, and he also needed to figure out just what Sylar's role was in all of this. Either way, he was certain he hadn't hit his head last night - he'd barely been injured, other than some light burns and his own self-inflicted wound, all of which had healed without a problem.

This was something else, and as Roland brought up the way he had abandoned his post, Peter glanced up again, eyes widening slightly. "Really?" He hadn't known that it had been such a rare event for someone to do that, though he could see how it went against the whole idea of brainwashing. He figured there was no harm in explaining, though, even if he was having a difficult time following his own thought process from the night before. "I saw someone from my world, someone who's really dangerous. I had to stop him." Everything else had taken a backseat to that, and even though he was suffering for it now, he knew it had been the right thing to do.