Peter had been out, wandering around the apartment buildings and checking out a little of the city. He still didn't feel at all comfortable here. He had a horrible, empty feeling, as though he didn't quite belong. Everyone kept telling him that this was a second chance for him - a chance for him to live a life without the hardships of where he'd come from - but it just wasn't that easy. He couldn't change everything he was and everything he knew at the drop of a hat. The last few years had conditioned him to be the way he was and, although it had been hard and even horrific at times, he'd known he was fighting for what was, in the end, right. Here, though, he didn't have a purpose. There was no point in him even trying to get home as he knew he'd just be dead, or sucked into non-existence, as soon as he got there. He was completely and utterly lost.
As he was heading back up the street towards the apartment buildings, the collar of his black jacket pulled up high around his neck to keep the cold wind off of him, he heard someone calling his name from behind him. Turning, immediately on guard out of habit, he thought it was Briseis following him at first, from the blonde hair and old-fashioned clothing (Was that a cape?), but he soon realised that he'd been mistaken. He recognised her from her picture on the network; it was Lucy, the other Peter's girl.
An automatic but not un-friendly frown on his face, he turned to fully face her as she caught up to him. He replied to her question with a sombre nod, feeling more awkward than he would have liked to admit. "Lucy, right?"