Peter groaned as he came to, he could only assume he must have passed out from the pain of the electricity being forced through his body. But when he looked around, he realized he didn't recognize his surroundings. He wasn't chained up anymore, which was a plus, but his nephew seemed to have disappeared which may or may not have been a good sign. He pushed himself to his feet and stretched a bit, working out tight muscles before he tried to work out exactly where he was and what was going on. All of this waking up in unknown locations nonsense was getting out of hand. He would certainly have to ensure that didn't happen any more. Peter made his way through the city and eventually found his way to a library. The newspaper he picked up told him where he was--and that the date was clearly a misprint. Had to be. Didn't it?