Whoever had given Lindsey the idea, Peter couldn't deny that it was a good one. He'd taken his time with the freezing, making sure to start the ice at the bottom of the water, and work upwards. It would hold the freeze longer that way, and hopefully block up the pipes for a nice long time.
At least long enough.
It had been a few hours he was at it, and when he came in, the first thing he'd wanted was a hot shower. Since that wasn't a possibility, he filled the bath instead, heated the water to a boil, and then cooled it off a bit in order to clean himself. He was just slipping back into some fresh clothes when the first wave of distress came. General panic that caught his attention, which quickly turned into a quiet freak-out and longing. For him.
Sarah.
Barefoot, bare chested, Peter slipped through the walls separating his apartment from the lobby, and hurried to Sarah's side, not questioning yet, not speaking or hesitating, only wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly against him.
Only after she was there, safe in his arms, did he wonder. What's wrong, Sarah? What happened?
His eyes shifted to Gabriel, asking the same, silently.