A woman. In a large, poofy, and utterly impractical ballgown, pulling herself out of a manhole cover, was one of the things Peter would have put on his List of Unlikely Things a few days ago. But being transported back in time (and possibly to an alternate universe) was something that would also have been on the list. Along with meeting himself.
All things considered, he was reasonably calm as a car slammed on its brakes to avoid hitting the woman, and jerked towards him instead. His reflexes were good, and Peter barely broke stride to jump onto the car's hood, take two steps across it, and jump down again. He grabbed the gaudily dressed woman by the arm, and pulled her to the sidewalk with him, not bothering to run. She'd likely have equally ridiculous shoes to match the dress, and twist her ankle, and he'd end up carrying her.
Once they were on the side of the road, Peter turned to face her. "See the street? Don't play in it. Not unless you want to get smacked down by a Lincoln Mercury speeding on wet roads in rush hour traffic."