Peter opened the Front Door to wander in, calling behind his shoulder, "Daddy's got to take a break from playing horsie, kiddo. Be right back." There was a little boy's voice in the background.
"Awwww... but I wanna plaaaay!"
"In a minute," He shut the door, and noticed his surroundings finally. Once again, when he had to use the can. At least there's restrooms here. He made a beeline for them.
When he re-emerged a few minutes later, he figured to stop by the bar. There were a few notes and packages. The note from Matt and the package he was happy about, but the one about Guppy less so.
"Aw hell...That guy really should transfer out of there," He groaned. He was about to head to the infirmary when a
book also appeared on the counter. Wilhelm Reich? He vaguely remembered a brief blurb from one of his psych classes, but that was it. Huh?
Feel free to ask him about it, or anything else before he heads to the infirmary.