Darker London-Uncover what is underneath...

No matter how hard they tried, Peter and Thomas couldn’t find a way out of the tiny cell they had been confined to through the inexplicable acts of ghosts. The door had no give, and the walls were made of stone. They were going to have to wait until Mary and Svetlana clawed themselves out of the corner of the room they’d been sequestered to, and Peter didn’t even know if that was going to happen. If Svetlana had been injured, she wouldn’t be able to heal herself until she could take Peter’s soul. And if she couldn’t reach Peter because of all the rubble in the way, then she wouldn’t have the strength to move it or bust them out… And Peter was frantic for her, and he knew Thomas was frantic for Mary. Which certainly did not help.

( Whoa there. )

Peter should have realised taken it as a bad sign when Thomas’ car shuddered and died as it rolled into the centre of the abandoned town of Old Wildborough. Thomas’ car was a 2009 Aston Martin and there was no reason for it to simply stop in the middle of the empty street, with no prior warning or problems. It had even travelled up the badly kept streets and forgotten country roads that wended their way to the town’s heart just fine. Now there was nothing but silence. The engine didn’t even respond when Thomas tried to turn the key. “Well,” he said, trying not to look scared, “...here we are anyway...”

( Well done, Boys! )

Peter had a lot of commitments. He had a family he had to be there for. A family which consisted of seven children. He had a wife who needed a lot of care and love at the moment, though he always tried to spend a lot of time with her. He had friends he liked to give time to. And he had his job, which was really less of a job and more of a calling, considering he didn't have standard hours, nor did he get paid.

( Burning the candle at all angles makes for silly Peterface )

When Thomas arrived, Klaus was still downstairs and Peter was counting his blessings that Klaus hadn't decided that he needed to integrate himself as part of Peter's family by intruding on their time together as yet. Peter dragged Thomas up to the roof without a word and the second they had climbed into it from the attic, Peter pulled out his cigarettes. Thomas opened his mouth to object, but Peter was quicker. "No lectures today. I need to soothe my nerves before I kill someone."

( Enjoy each other while you can, Boys... )

Peter had had a very good few days. He had been lucid and feeling a little better, and then his family had come and spent the day with him. And then Aly had spent the night with him. Or at least, that had been the plan. She had certainly spent a great deal of time with him in bed, though not a lot of sleeping had happened. A lot of other things had, though all in a manner that would keep Aly safe. And when Aly had finally turned the lights back on, that was when Peter had noticed the fading bruises on her arms. They were almost gone, but he noticed anyway. And when he had asked her about it, she had simply drawn her shirt back over her head and refused to tell him. Having been asked too many times, she had retreated to Caleb's room and Peter had rushed to ask his best friend Thomas. If they were keeping the truth from him...that someone had harmed Aly...he was not going to be happy.

( The Truth )