After all that time in prison, Lucy's phone was nearly dead. She had seen Peter's message and replied just before it died, and it had taken her a little while to make it back to the room. She was a mess, her hair greasy and her clothes a disaster, and she was exhausted. She was starving and all she wanted was a shower, something to eat, and to crawl into bed at Peter's side.
She didn't quite know how long it was before she reached the room and she pushed the door open. "Peter?"
At the sight of him she breathed a sigh of relief and burst into tears, rushing over to throw herself into his arms. "Thank God you're here-"