Room 513 then outside Room 509: Monday Afternoon
It hadn't taken a rocket scientist (which Peter was certainly not) to figure out that something weird had gone on at Fandom last week while he'd been taking care of urgent business in Narnia. All it had taken, really, was the sight of his Criminal Justice teacher clinging to his desk.
So he was already slightly worried when he got to his room, setting his bag and his shield on the bed before noticing a strangely aged letter on the desk. Something from his parents was his first thought though Peter had no idea how that would have happened. Or something from someone who'd left Fandom? Tyler was the only person he could think of, and his letters wouldn't come from the...
Willow? The handwriting on the letter was immediately familiar, and Peter's heart fell into his stomach. Willow was not in the twenties in Cairo of all places. She was not, and he wouldn't allow it.
The letter clenched in his hand, Peter raced out of the room, down the hall to 509 to pound on the door. She was there. Really. She had to be there.
[For the bestest girlfriend ever]
So he was already slightly worried when he got to his room, setting his bag and his shield on the bed before noticing a strangely aged letter on the desk. Something from his parents was his first thought though Peter had no idea how that would have happened. Or something from someone who'd left Fandom? Tyler was the only person he could think of, and his letters wouldn't come from the...
Willow? The handwriting on the letter was immediately familiar, and Peter's heart fell into his stomach. Willow was not in the twenties in Cairo of all places. She was not, and he wouldn't allow it.
The letter clenched in his hand, Peter raced out of the room, down the hall to 509 to pound on the door. She was there. Really. She had to be there.
[For the bestest girlfriend ever]