Episode 82

[spongetastic]

[Peter was at the bar as usual waiting for his drink when he noticed that things didn't look quite right. This wasn't his bar]

... Okay. What the hell is this? Today is a bad day to screw with me.

[ loss starts and open for the Deathmatch, or journal]

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[kungfuwitch]

[... whoa. Worried girlfriend voice, here.]

Peter? Are you okay? What's wrong?

dictated

[spongetastic]

[he stiffens, looking around the unfamiliar bar]

Candice? Is that you doing this?

[kungfuwitch]

[She's taken aback]

Candice? No. Peter, it's Phoebe.

[spongetastic]

Okay. So, where are you, Phoebe? [because he assumes she's in the bar somewhere]

[kungfuwitch]

I'm in my room. Where are you? [Still so very very concerned. WTF, man?!]

[spongetastic]

[he hesitates] It's called the Death Match, I think.

[kungfuwitch]

I'm coming down there.

[And in a few minutes she comes through the door, looking around for him.]

[spongetastic]

[Peter will still be there, mainly because he has no idea where he is]

[kungfuwitch]

[When she sees him she's making a bee-line right over there. She stops dead a few feet away and stares. The scar. She remembers that scar. Oooooh this is not good.]

P-Peter?

[spongetastic]

Yes. [frowns at her] How... did you know my name?

[kungfuwitch]

[Hurt flashes in her eyes. He really doesn't...]

Peter. It's me. It's Phoebe.

[spongetastic]

[steps a little closer to her, giving her a thoughtful once-over]

Are you one of us?

[kungfuwitch]

[She stands firm, watching him a little nervously]

Us?

[spongetastic]

You have an ability. Right?

[kungfuwitch]

Yes, I do.

[spongetastic]

[he nods; suspicions confirmed. That at least explains how she knows him]

Look, Phoebe... If you neeed help, you're better off going to Hiro. I don't get involved in that anymore.