All things considered, Peter should have been used to waking up from death by now. For the fourth time in about as many months, he found himself gasping awake, his head clouded and buzzing as his body came to life again. He ran his hand over his chest, where the gunshot wounds had been, and found nothing, not even dried blood or tears in his shirt from the "bullets."
Peter sat up slowly, continuing to check himself over. He felt fine, and that was what had bothered him. He had definitely died last night, as had Claire; had her power kicked in at the last minute to save them both?
He realized he should be grateful, but he was busier feeling guilty over Simone. He hadn't been willing to die the way she had if it had meant leaving his brother to deal with things on his own.
Nathan. Nathan and Claire. Peter needed to let them know that he was all right, and he focused on that as he pulled himself to his feet. Sam was still sleeping, but Peter was relieved to see that his roommate seemed to be fine. There was no way of telling if Sam had been through something similar last night, since even if he had, it wouldn't show now. Peter would just have to ask him about this later, since he had to wonder if other people had been affected...
Stopping by the bulletin to let his relatives know that he was all right answered that question for him pretty quickly. There were way more notes up than usual that just consisted of people checking in on each other, and even a few that outright said that people had died -- no, relived deaths.
Peter had long ago been convinced of the fact that Landel had unbelievable amounts of power (like him, like Sylar, he must have had a way of collecting abilities in large amounts), and he wished that they didn't have to be reminded of that every night. Then again, maybe it wasn't so much that the Head Doctor wanted to prove a point, but rather that he wanted to see him suffer for the hell of it. That seemed too simple, though, and Peter was too worn out to think much more on it.
He did realize, though, that it might not be the Head Doctor at all who had caused last night's events. The man had been missing, replaced by a computer program. It was pretty creepy when he thought too hard about it.
There was no sign of Nathan or Claire when he entered the cafeteria, so Peter just got himself some breakfast and took a seat by himself. He wasn't quite ready to socialize, and he found himself continuing to rub his hand over his chest as he stared down at his French toast.
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Peter sat up slowly, continuing to check himself over. He felt fine, and that was what had bothered him. He had definitely died last night, as had Claire; had her power kicked in at the last minute to save them both?
He realized he should be grateful, but he was busier feeling guilty over Simone. He hadn't been willing to die the way she had if it had meant leaving his brother to deal with things on his own.
Nathan. Nathan and Claire. Peter needed to let them know that he was all right, and he focused on that as he pulled himself to his feet. Sam was still sleeping, but Peter was relieved to see that his roommate seemed to be fine. There was no way of telling if Sam had been through something similar last night, since even if he had, it wouldn't show now. Peter would just have to ask him about this later, since he had to wonder if other people had been affected...
Stopping by the bulletin to let his relatives know that he was all right answered that question for him pretty quickly. There were way more notes up than usual that just consisted of people checking in on each other, and even a few that outright said that people had died -- no, relived deaths.
Peter had long ago been convinced of the fact that Landel had unbelievable amounts of power (like him, like Sylar, he must have had a way of collecting abilities in large amounts), and he wished that they didn't have to be reminded of that every night. Then again, maybe it wasn't so much that the Head Doctor wanted to prove a point, but rather that he wanted to see him suffer for the hell of it. That seemed too simple, though, and Peter was too worn out to think much more on it.
He did realize, though, that it might not be the Head Doctor at all who had caused last night's events. The man had been missing, replaced by a computer program. It was pretty creepy when he thought too hard about it.
There was no sign of Nathan or Claire when he entered the cafeteria, so Peter just got himself some breakfast and took a seat by himself. He wasn't quite ready to socialize, and he found himself continuing to rub his hand over his chest as he stared down at his French toast.