It seemed like whatever Brian had done to get sedated, it had been pretty bad. Peter didn't recall anyone else remaining out of it for this long, or being in such a bad state that they couldn't even walk or function without help. It probably wasn't his business to ask how it had happened, though, and Sam had already explained that he had no idea.

Right now they need to focus on finding somewhere safe, and Sam seemed to think that one of these houses might be their best bet. Seeing how Peter didn't have any better ideas, he tried to help his roommate move his brother further along down the road until he stopped at a specific home.

When he realized that Sam was going to force the door open, Peter moved back, standing near Nathan until the coast was clear. He was about to follow after his roommate, but then he paused at the sound of a yell coming from somewhere closer to the center of town.

He sent Nathan a frown and turned himself around, staring in the direction of the noise as he let out a breath. He couldn't just go hiding when people might be in danger the same way Sam had been, could he?

"I should go back," he said, glancing over to Nathan. "You can come with me." There was no point in suggesting that Nathan stay behind, since he knew there was no way his brother would do that. He glanced at Sam over his shoulder. "Will you and Brian be okay?"