Peter entered his home well after midnight, exhausted and beaten but happy. They'd done it and Renee was back where she belonged. Or should would be once she was out of the hospital. Thomas followed right behind Peter, not a scratch on him of course. Lucky dead bastard! Peter's head was still fuzzy from saving his soul sucked and everything else, so Thomas kept a firm hand on Peter's back. Peter headed for the stairs when he heard Liz clear her throat in the kitchen. Oh god, she'd waited up for him. Peter turned his head towards the room and Liz appeared in the doorframe. Peter froze. She was going to see Thomas and she was going to have a heart attack. She'd only met him once or twice, but she was bound to recognise him.
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