Day 56: ?????? (NOON)
[Running from over here]
Peter didn't bother holding up pretenses now that he was out of the Doctor's line of sight. He was flat out running (and his back was screaming in agony again - was no motion allowed? This was seriously irritating.) But of course, being Peter Parker and therefore not allowed to have nice things, he'd turned onto the only street in Doyleton that had no shops to duck into.
His sole hope of refuge in this place was, naturally, a boarded up old shack that was probably once the home of Boo Radley.
"Wonderful." He gritted his teeth. Welp. The shack was closer than the end of the block, sadly, so it wasn't like Peter had much of a choice. At least it was still daylight, so he wouldn't have to worry about dealing with any demon Rapunzel knockoffs. (He was still terrified that he would start finding hair in his food again any day now.)
Getting in was a puzzle all on its own. Peter could see that only half the door was boarded and he could feasibly crawl through to get inside, but...his back. What if he scraped it on the way in? Those frozen boards went down pretty low.
But the Doctor could come around the corner at any moment.
On his knees he went, cursing his luck and praying that he wouldn't get stuck with his butt out halfway through, like Winnie the Pooh trying to sneak into Rabbit's house. The only person around to help would be the Doctor, and he had no part in Peter's 100 Acre Wood.
Peter didn't bother holding up pretenses now that he was out of the Doctor's line of sight. He was flat out running (and his back was screaming in agony again - was no motion allowed? This was seriously irritating.) But of course, being Peter Parker and therefore not allowed to have nice things, he'd turned onto the only street in Doyleton that had no shops to duck into.
His sole hope of refuge in this place was, naturally, a boarded up old shack that was probably once the home of Boo Radley.
"Wonderful." He gritted his teeth. Welp. The shack was closer than the end of the block, sadly, so it wasn't like Peter had much of a choice. At least it was still daylight, so he wouldn't have to worry about dealing with any demon Rapunzel knockoffs. (He was still terrified that he would start finding hair in his food again any day now.)
Getting in was a puzzle all on its own. Peter could see that only half the door was boarded and he could feasibly crawl through to get inside, but...his back. What if he scraped it on the way in? Those frozen boards went down pretty low.
But the Doctor could come around the corner at any moment.
On his knees he went, cursing his luck and praying that he wouldn't get stuck with his butt out halfway through, like Winnie the Pooh trying to sneak into Rabbit's house. The only person around to help would be the Doctor, and he had no part in Peter's 100 Acre Wood.