Can't believe we're both the final girl here. [Peter jokes weakly back as he keeps moving forward. The lights dim further ahead only making Peter's skin crawl.

He could deflect, but, right now that won't really help. He needs to figure out how badly Leo is hurt too.] I might've sprained an ankle. I can still walk on it. Walked on worse.

I can at least brute force my way through any doors or windows. So, we'll be out soon.