[From
here, and waiting on a certain chain smoking patch face.]
Was he early? It looked like he was early. It was just him by his lonesome in this big dark hallway, and the night had only begun a scant few minutes ago. At least now he was in his regular patient grays instead of the old red and blues, so he shouldn't draw too many stares as everybody drifted out of their rooms. Just another prepubescent mystical boy, pay no mind to him. There's dozens of them around.
Peter settled against a patch of wall where he could keep an eye on all four corridors and the entrance to the main hall. He'd have an exit available should the need arise, and he'd be able to spot Ginger Spice coming a mile away.