So that meant that he was still the only person who'd actually known his doctor before all this. Well, Peter wasn't counting Sylar, but he didn't see any reason to. It seemed like something he would have to look into further, so he'd have to try and remind himself to leave up a note about it on the board, either today or tomorrow. He realized tomorrow might be better since most people checked it first thing in the morning, so doing that would give him the most responses.

Before they could speculate or talk any more than that, though, the intercom went off and cut into their meal. Peter sighed and pushed his tray away; he'd pretty much gotten through most of his brunch, anyway.

Spock's parting comment was pretty ambiguous, but it was better than nothing. It left open the possibility, even if the man didn't seem completely set on reconnecting later. "Sure thing," he said with a nod. "I check the bulletin as much as I can, so you can always try to get a hold of me there. Just put a one after my name, since there's someone else named Peter here."

With those instructions given, the man stood from his seat and moved away from Spock, searching out a nurse as he tried to decide where he wanted to go next. Anywhere but that waiting room where the visitors showed up...