The Waiting Game (Peter) Rating: PG-13

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Lydia had been gone for 24 hours. 24 hours of pure hell. She was gone. There was no way Katherine would stay in London. She had taken Lydia to prove a point. That point wasn't going to stay proven if she could be found. It was done. His daughter was gone forever. Peter sat in her room, on her bed, the dog at his feet as he had been for hours. Elizabeth kept trying to coax him out, but to no avail. It was as if he felt that, by staying in her room, she was still with him.

A ringing phone sliced through his dark thoughts. Every muscle in Peter's body jumped as he lunged for the phone. It could be news. It could the the police. It could be LYDIA!

"Hello, my name is George, I am calling from Enterprize Credit Services. Would you consider trading in all your credit cards for just one credit card with a low annual rate?"

Peter felt as if his head would explode. "FUCK OFF!!!!" He threw Lydia's pink plastic phone against the wall, where it shattered into hundreds of tiny pink shiny pieces. Petey looked at Peter, alarmed and slunk out of the room, tail between his legs. Peter sunk to the floor. Would it always be like this? Jumping at every phone call? Sprinting to the door? Tearing open every letter until she was safe with him?

Yes. This is the way it had to be. He couldn't give up hope. It was all he had.

The Waiting Game (Peter) Rating: PG-13

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Lydia had been gone for 24 hours. 24 hours of pure hell. She was gone. There was no way Katherine would stay in London. She had taken Lydia to prove a point. That point wasn't going to stay proven if she could be found. It was done. His daughter was gone forever. Peter sat in her room, on her bed, the dog at his feet as he had been for hours. Elizabeth kept trying to coax him out, but to no avail. It was as if he felt that, by staying in her room, she was still with him.

A ringing phone sliced through his dark thoughts. Every muscle in Peter's body jumped as he lunged for the phone. It could be news. It could the the police. It could be LYDIA!

"Hello, my name is George, I am calling from Enterprize Credit Services. Would you consider trading in all your credit cards for just one credit card with a low annual rate?"

Peter felt as if his head would explode. "FUCK OFF!!!!" He threw Lydia's pink plastic phone against the wall, where it shattered into hundreds of tiny pink shiny pieces. Petey looked at Peter, alarmed and slunk out of the room, tail between his legs. Peter sunk to the floor. Would it always be like this? Jumping at every phone call? Sprinting to the door? Tearing open every letter until she was safe with him?

Yes. This is the way it had to be. He couldn't give up hope. It was all he had.