At least she was holding onto him. But if this continued for much longer, she was going to shake the Hyperion apart. All of Peter's mental focus was on Annie, trying to get her to hear his voice, calling to her. He had to calm her down, or get her--
Get her out of here. There was no way to tell Rachel or Nathan what he was planning. Peter squeezed his eyes shut, and teleported away, bringing Annie with him to a quiet place in the Mojave Desert. Not the one he had shared with Sarah, but one that stretched out for miles in all directions.
If she decided to let any rocks fall, all they would meet would be sand.
Please, Annie, he called again, straining to be heard. He could only pray that the careless action hadn't shut down mental communication as well. Please! It's okay, it's okay! I'm here!