[Waiting sucked. Like,
really sucked. Pete hung up the phone and started second-guessing himself almost immediately—maybe he should go to the hotel, wait with Gwen and Flash, maybe he should
be there. So he grabbed his headphones, cranked up the music, and started packing. Which consisted of an old backpack being grabbed, and him digging around under his bed and in drawers, trying not to wake Aunt May, looking for stuff he thought might be useful if the worst case scenario happened and he had to go into Silent Hill. It kept him distracted, and it kept him awake.
—Well, for a little while.
About an hour later and he'd totally zonked out. Half on the bed (new mattress, new sheets, new
everything, thanks), half off, jeans and a t-shirt and his open backpack on the floor, his usual mess scattered every which way. He'd moved back into his room a couple days ago, after Aunt May expressed concern over finding him on the couch every morning and he'd decided avoiding any more complicated questions was best. His window was open, since he'd figured Gwen wouldn't be coming in through the front door when she showed.
(When, not
if.)]