This was some horrible nightmare. Any minute now, Peter would wake up and every thing would be okay. He would forget about it the minute he saw Elle was alive and well.
Hearing the knock, Peter looked up at the door, knowing it was Claire on the other side. She'd asked him not to go anywhere and he'd complied. Where would he go? Elle was gone; it felt like a part of him was missing. Mustering a bit of energy, Peter rose to his feet and made it to the door. He opened it, not sure what to say when he saw Claire. Was there really any thing he could say? He didn't think so.