Peter was trying like hell to get some power of speech back. The last post from Spike had been a bit disturbing, and if those suited creatures in them were any indication, this was a problem they would have to remedy soon.
He was trying to sort out one train of thought when, amidst his concentration, he heard a voice. He heard a voice. A mental voice, and a faint one, but still heard.
[I hear you], he sent back, pouring effort into the thread to make himself heard as well. [I'm Peter. Who are you and where are you?]