Darker London-Uncover what is underneath...

After spending an afteroon with his cousin, and having seen his Uncle Wolfgang that morning, Peter felt the urge to read some of his mother's letters again. He hadn't done so in a long time, as they had been quite wonderfully distracting while he was laid up with a brain tumour, but since then he'd been a bit pre-occupied with the threat of imploding London.

( The last the happiness )

By Friday, Peter was feeling a little better. Well enough to let Deirdre and Tasha serve him breakfast in bed, which he managed to keep down. And once he was finished with that, he reached out for the now familiar box of 'Dear Virginia' letters his mother had sent to her best friend back before she had married Peter's father. They were fascinating to read, and Peter was looking forward to another installment of them.

( Pre-wedding Jitters )

With Aly away taking care of David, Peter was left to care for Christina and sundry. They were staying in what was technically Thomas and Mary's new room, though Peter knew Thomas and Mary would never be upset that Christina was using the room to seek refuge from her shattered marriage. Peter felt terribly guilty even though he hadn't done anything, because David was his best friend outside of Thomas, and he hadn't known. David had been self-destructing and cheating on his wife, apparently for a long time, and Peter had been completely oblivious. And it had started before the tumour. Peter had no excuse. Christina didn't look like she blamed any of it on him, thankfully. Peter probably would have crumbled, had she said anything like 'how did you not know about this!?'

( Unravelling the past )

After a night where the Mara search had been fruitless, a demonic superhero had stopped a bus accident but soul-sucked Nancy and then thousands of people had lost their lives near London, it's just made sense to want the words of your mother to comfort you. Peter could have called Lavannah and asked to speak to Louise that way, but it sounded like Lavannah had enough to deal with right now. He didn't want to bother her. And, thanks to Aunty Virginia, he now had letters she had written over two decades ago. Words that were utterly Louise, without any of the tragedy that had changed her so much.

( Words of love )