Peter Pettigrew & Stiles Stilinski
Stiles nodded. "Been here a couple days." Not very long at all. Not long enough to feel entirely comfortable, or at ease. Still fresh enough to think it might be a dream, and he'd wake up back home soon.
After all he'd been through, with The Wild Hunt and everything, why wasn't he waking up? He had things to do. People to see. He needed to tell his dad and his friends how much he loved them. He wanted to go put flowers on his mother's grave.
Instead he was here. In space. And what felt like wasting time.