Peter nodded. "He's gone, Toby. He won't hurt anyone anymore." He gently patted down the boy's hair, and then picked him up. His weight wasn't much, but the blank, glazed look that had been in his eyes worried Peter. He tried to keep himself in between Toby's eyes and the spot he kept trying to stare at.
With one arm wrapped around Toby, holding the boy to him, Peter lifted his other hand, splaying more dramatically than he usually did, and gathered up the bags that had fallen to the ground with telekinesis. He gave Toby a wink, and snapped his fingers sharply, making the bags stand up, stiff and straight. "Forward, march!" he announced, and the bags, each one moving in rhythm with the others, bounded off in a line, in the hotel doors and heading towards the kitchen.