It was just as Peter had handed off a weapon for Claire to Nathan that his vision had faded away into darkness and he'd resurfaced in his bed, just as he did every day. He woke up suddenly, but he didn't suffer from that shocked sensation that had jarred him the first few days here.
He sat up slowly, yawning as he looked over at Sam and saw that he was still sleeping -- rather soundly, at that. Peter rubbed at his eyes and then stretched as he got out of bed. Nathan must have had his newfound shovel and what they'd picked up for Claire on his person, since it looked like Peter was empty-handed, with his own items stored away in their usual spots.
While they hadn't gotten too far last night, they had at least accomplished what they'd set out to do, and that was better than could be said for some of the other nights he'd spent here. Solidifying a real plan would have to be the next step.
Listening to the announcement, Peter frowned when he heard that there wouldn't be therapy until tomorrow. What could that mean? He wondered if Mohinder was doing all right, but only time would tell. The rest of what the Head Doctor said seemed to be the usual hopefulness for recovery, and so he ignored it as he followed his nurse to breakfast. He wanted to leave a note for Claire, but with all this talk of extra security on the bulletin, he thought better of it.
Peter stood in line for some pancakes and tater tots before scanning the room for any particularly familiar faces. No Nathan or Claire yet (and luckily no Sylar, either), but he did see someone who he'd discussed the latter with a few days ago. Depth Charge, right? Figuring he should check up on the other man despite the fact that they'd only spoken once, Peter headed over and took a seat across from the man. (Well, Peter was pretty sure the guy wasn't actually human, but he'd never found out what exactly he was.) "How've you been holding up?" he asked as he speared a tater tot with his plastic fork.
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He sat up slowly, yawning as he looked over at Sam and saw that he was still sleeping -- rather soundly, at that. Peter rubbed at his eyes and then stretched as he got out of bed. Nathan must have had his newfound shovel and what they'd picked up for Claire on his person, since it looked like Peter was empty-handed, with his own items stored away in their usual spots.
While they hadn't gotten too far last night, they had at least accomplished what they'd set out to do, and that was better than could be said for some of the other nights he'd spent here. Solidifying a real plan would have to be the next step.
Listening to the announcement, Peter frowned when he heard that there wouldn't be therapy until tomorrow. What could that mean? He wondered if Mohinder was doing all right, but only time would tell. The rest of what the Head Doctor said seemed to be the usual hopefulness for recovery, and so he ignored it as he followed his nurse to breakfast. He wanted to leave a note for Claire, but with all this talk of extra security on the bulletin, he thought better of it.
Peter stood in line for some pancakes and tater tots before scanning the room for any particularly familiar faces. No Nathan or Claire yet (and luckily no Sylar, either), but he did see someone who he'd discussed the latter with a few days ago. Depth Charge, right? Figuring he should check up on the other man despite the fact that they'd only spoken once, Peter headed over and took a seat across from the man. (Well, Peter was pretty sure the guy wasn't actually human, but he'd never found out what exactly he was.) "How've you been holding up?" he asked as he speared a tater tot with his plastic fork.