"Ed had the same troubles," Lucy said quietly. "I didn't know- I don't know how I got there. Or why. And all I could think about was you, wondering, hoping that you were alright, that you weren't stuck in there somewhere, too. And I couldn't-I couldn't bear the thought that I'd be trapped in there and would never see you again."
She led him to the bathroom, closing the door behind them- they could pick up their clothes and things later. She wanted to feel clean. And full. And loved. Turning the water on, she looked back to Peter as she let it warm up. "I- God, Peter, I thought I was going to lose you."
She stepped to him, a hand coming up to brush his hair back once more. "How are you feeling now, though?"