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stepsonbutterflies) wrote2013-01-04 11:45 am
stepsonbutterflies) wrote2013-01-04 11:45 am
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Now you're right beneath my feet, but still within my reach
He wanted an escape, an exit, a way out. Peter had screwed up everything so thoroughly that he couldn’t muddle his way out, at least not now. He needed a break from string theory, consequences, reactions and responsibilities. He couldn’t go back to before he’d messed things up, not until he had a solution because the potential for screwing things up further was too high. He needed to go somewhere fresh, somewhere he hadn’t touched to focus on how he could fix his timeline. Peter took a deep breath, closed his eyes and used Hiro’s teleportation.
When he opened his eyes, he had no idea where he was. It felt different from what he was accustomed to. It looked different and it certainly wasn’t torn up from a virus or an explosion. That was an improvement in and of itself. He took a step forward, glancing around for clues to where he was. Honestly, he didn’t really care where he was. It was a case of ‘anywhere but there’. This wasn’t there. It worked for him.
When he opened his eyes, he had no idea where he was. It felt different from what he was accustomed to. It looked different and it certainly wasn’t torn up from a virus or an explosion. That was an improvement in and of itself. He took a step forward, glancing around for clues to where he was. Honestly, he didn’t really care where he was. It was a case of ‘anywhere but there’. This wasn’t there. It worked for him.