That step was all it took. Andrew backed up as quickly as he could, still telling himself he was still in his nightmare, and smacked his wrist on his windowsill. Normally that wouldn't have elicited a response from him (not much of one, at least) but considering he was supposed to be in a nightmare and ow, that hurt it was enough to snap him into action. Suddenly he didn't quite believe that it was a nightmare any more, and that was all it took to send him bolting for the bedroom door.
It also gave him another idea as he moved.
The First.
Warren got just close enough to stick a foot out and send Andrew tripping into the doorframe. He didn't hit the floor, but he did have to catch himself. "What, you don't see me in how long and you run? That's just not cool, Andrew."
Andrew was moving again before he realized that Warren touched him by tripping him up, and he was out his front door and making a very sharp turn before remembering that The First couldn't touch anything before. Oh god, it upped it's game.
For the first time in a long time Andrew was truly terrified. Before he even realized where he was going he was turning the knob to Peter's apartment - trying to find the closest almost-safe heaven. "Peter!" he yelled loudly, not caring if he woke his friend up or not. "PETER! It's The First!"
A quick glance around told him that Peter wasn't in the living room, and if he was home there were only a couple other places he could be. Unwilling to go bursting into the bathroom, Andrew went to Peter's bedroom door and threw it open, taking a quick glance back over his shoulder to see if he was followed. And yes, Warren was there, following him through the apartment.
"Peter! Peter, can you see him? Is he behind me?" he asked, paying no attention to what Peter was actually doing, just seeing that he was there, and him being there was enough. Andrew didn't realize his cheeks were streaked with tears.