NIGHT 53: WEST WING, NORTH HALL 1-A

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The doors to the next hallway were already wide open when she came through, though the ones at the far end of the hall were, as she could see from one brief flick of her flashlight, were tightly shut. Weren't those the doors to the recreational field? They were in the hall directly North of hers, it only made sense for this to be the other exit.

Checking down the hall also told her she was alone, and she was suddenly very grateful for the fact that the door to Peter's block was directly to her left, because the longer she spent in the male patient blocks, the more paranoid she grew that she was somehow going to stumble straight into Sylar.

Her pace picked up instantly at that thought and she pushed open the door to the block that Peter had directed her to, hoping his directions were right and that she'd remembered them well enough.

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"Hey," Peter barked, mock-affronted, "It is so not my fault that Peter is a glorious name and all the parents love it. There was already an army of them in my high school, let alone the whole state."

Truthfully, he hadn't been all that shocked by the revelation that there was another Peter here. The weird part was him and Peter One having the same initials, hometown, and even the same kind of haircut. Close enough to it, anyway. Oh yeah, and both of them had superpowers. As far as he could tell that was where the similarities ended, and frankly he hoped that remained the case. Anything further would just wind up in Freaky Town.

Once they'd passed through to the next block, the patient numbers increased. Everyone was on their way to the main hall, just like always. And - oh hey, Indy was here. Looked like he was hanging out with Bandages again, even if the name didn't fit so well when he had peeled them all off. Peter tried not to wince when he caught side of the skinless half of his face (having already been exposed to it helped), and gave the pair a smile and a small wave from his sling hand.

He had met Bandages without his mask before, so it wouldn't totally come off as ruining his cover. Right?

If it weren't for the flashlight he would have been raising a hand in protest at Claire's next comment. "Whoa now, no need to make with the baseball bat. All right? I am a man of my word. You keep my room number secret, and I'll do the same with yours." Seeing as how they were in eerily similar situations regarding that, he felt he could trust her to keep things hush-hush. Even if she wasn't aware of the circumstances with Grell (and she would never be, cross your heart and hope to die). Room security was a priority issue whether you had a psycho on your trail or not, so it was only common courtesy to keep anything you knew to yourself.

Somehow, they had boomeranged back to the Peter-Peter issue. Peter groaned when she threatened him with a nickname. Were the numbers really such a terrible compromise? "It's going to be something horrendous like 'PeeWee', isn't it? God, if there is any reference in there to Baby Peter or being short or something, I am legally permitted to have my revenge. Capisce?" He frowned, scavenging his mind for a suitable possibility.

The options were limited. "Um. My middle name is Ben?" That would be much too weird though, because that name would always belong to his Uncle (and sometimes Ben Urich), so Peter shook his head and carried on. "Look, would calling me Pete be too confusing? Because Ben is my Uncle's name. And I'm not sure I'd answer to much anything else without having to think twice on it."

Failing that there was Badou's preferred moniker, but Peter wanted to avoid that one at all costs. Call him insecure, but Peter didn't fancy the idea of being called 'Snowflake' for the rest of his time here.

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