[ They pit your own demons against you. This is what the politician had warned Peter about, and some distance into their excursion, he kind of wishes he'd narrowed it down to specifics. How so. Are we talking about literal demons. Because as the hour grows long and unfurls behind them like the dark ribbon of shadowed corridor they're following, anything feels possible.
He had opted to wear the jumpsuit offered by the Tranquility after fussing around with his ordinary clothing, sleeves rolled halfway up forearms and hands bare, holding a flashlight that bounces around queasily ahead of them.
He had also brought sandwiches, filled with a meat stuff that had resembled pastrami.
Because whatever, Petrelli, you're not his dad.
The corridor opens into a bare chamber, a cathedral of industrial space-age angles, slick black surfaces, and Peter's gaze goes directly to the rafters. It continues on like it's any other corridor, yawning forever. Peter tilts the flashlight up, beam tapering off into uncertain darkness. ]
peter parker. closed to scott mccall.
He had opted to wear the jumpsuit offered by the Tranquility after fussing around with his ordinary clothing, sleeves rolled halfway up forearms and hands bare, holding a flashlight that bounces around queasily ahead of them.
He had also brought sandwiches, filled with a meat stuff that had resembled pastrami.
Because whatever, Petrelli, you're not his dad.
The corridor opens into a bare chamber, a cathedral of industrial space-age angles, slick black surfaces, and Peter's gaze goes directly to the rafters. It continues on like it's any other corridor, yawning forever. Peter tilts the flashlight up, beam tapering off into uncertain darkness. ]
You, uh. You know what a rocket ship looks like?