"It- It wasn't mundane," Peter whispered, rubbing his eye tiredly. "It was- I saw it. It left the girl's body and- It was- I saw it's eyes." Peter shook his head and gave them all an apologetic look. "Sorry. I remember it like it was yesterday and no one I have ever spoken to about it believed me before."
"It's alright," Emma assured him. "You can tell us anything."
Peter offered up a small smile and he glanced towards the door. "Honestly I've been medicated so much I have trouble dissociating sometimes so you might have to remind me of all this again. If you're real."