Settling in... maybe? [OTA]
A trip to the island's Med Centre had seen Peter's injuries taken care of. He still wasn't sure what to make of the fact he really was plain old normal Peter Petrelli again. No flying, no healing, no hearing everyone else's thoughts, no telekinesis... nothing. He wasn't surrounded by conspiracies and danger, he wasn't trying to fight his own father, or come to grips with the fact a serial killer might be his brother.
All this normality might drive him insane. Peter had gotten used to the fact he was special. Maybe too used to it. He'd embraced his ability, unlike most of those in his world. He'd have done anything to keep them, but it had been taken out of his hands. He looked down at his own hands and sighed before pushing his fingers through his dark hair.
Normal.
The word echoed in his mind and he veered up Beach Street to go and do something a normal person would do--have lunch. At least on the island he could eat regular meals. He'd almost forgotten what that was like.
All this normality might drive him insane. Peter had gotten used to the fact he was special. Maybe too used to it. He'd embraced his ability, unlike most of those in his world. He'd have done anything to keep them, but it had been taken out of his hands. He looked down at his own hands and sighed before pushing his fingers through his dark hair.
Normal.
The word echoed in his mind and he veered up Beach Street to go and do something a normal person would do--have lunch. At least on the island he could eat regular meals. He'd almost forgotten what that was like.