"With any luck," Peter replied, nonchalant. What he remembered from training was that even joke calls had to be investigated, but there wasn't anything more to the call besides a second of dead air before nothing. Most smart phones nowadays also had emergency dialling features too, but unless the person called back or something, there wasn't really any way to prove what happened. There would still be paperwork either way, delightfully enough.
Homesickness had never really been something that plagued Peter and there weren't exactly people to miss as far as he was concerned. He had effectively cut whatever ties he had left with that idiotic plan of his. Working with Kate for as long as he did, even though he fully intended to (and did) betray her, was a stupid move on his part. Poor allegiances aside, Peter knew he had pushed past the edge of obsession into territory he was best served staying out of. He had become manic and single-minded and as the old saying goes: he couldn't see the forest for the trees. Seeing the bigger picture and manipulating it had always been Peter's greatest strength and he just lost all of it.
"Very." A slow day for Peter meant there was little information to gather. "Peter," he offered with an extended hand. "I don't think we have either. I take it's a slow day all around?"