"Pretty much," Peter agreed. But there wasn't really any way of figuring that out, seeing how the furthest they ever got to go was to Doyleton, and he doubted that much ground could be covered even during the night shift. Which meant that the only real option was a true escape, but the solution to that problem seemed as elusive now as it had when he had first woken up here.

That didn't mean he was going to give up, though, especially when he knew people were relying on him. Peter realized that he kept telling himself that, but it did make him feel a little better.

"I guess it doesn't matter either way if this place is already better than home, though," he pointed out. It was hard to imagine a place worse than Landel's, but he also wasn't surprised that such a place existed.