The memories of the night before were still perfectly clear in Peter's mind. He could remember falling from the roof and then everything went black before he awake to see the cheerleader again. He had saved her and she saved him. What did she do? Heal him? Peter didn't understand how he could have survived unless she had.
Did this mean he wasn't alone after all? That it wasn't just him and Nathan. So he wasn't crazy? Peter had to much to think about.
Who was the man that had attacked Claire and why?
He sat all alone in the cell waiting for somthing to happen. It seemed like he had been stuck there forever even if it was really only a few hours. The only thing Peter really wanted was to know Claire was alive. He had saved her, right? Even now he couldn't stop thinking about her.
"Hey, what's your name?"
"Peter"
"I'm Claire"
She had been so nice to him, it actually seemed like she understood him. It was weird, he never even met her before either.
The cops kepy saying he killed sombody, of course it was not true. Peter had no idea what they were talking about because he knew Claire was alright, at least he hoped. He thought about it again, was falling off a building and nearly dying really worth it to save some girls life, someone he never met before?
He had saved the cheerleader right? He saved the whole world.
Yes, it was worth it.
A/N: So this is really short, I hope it's not that bad though.