Claudia fell asleep shortly after they finished talking. Pete got up and wandered around the first floor of the B&B, nervous energy not allowing him to sit still. He saw Artie and Vanessa whispering on the couch and decided that wasn't something he wanted to crash. He came back into the hallway as Joshua, Steve and his mom entered. He started to say hello as his mom rushed him into a hug.

"It's going to be okay Peter." She whispered in his ear, then kissing his cheek before releasing him. Steve and Josh stood awkwardly in the doorway, blocked by the Lattimers.

"Is Claudia in her room?" Joshua asked. He glanced at Pete and gave him a small smile instead of saying hi, because all he wanted to do was see his sister. Steve nodded from beside him, as Jane and Pete stepped aside.

"Yeah, I'll show you." Steve said, raising his arm to guide Josh before changing his mind and letting it fall to his side. Pete smirked to himself.

"So what brings you to Univille?" Pete asks, shoving his hands in his pockets. He didn't really need his vibes to say it wasn't for him.

"I need to speak with Claudia...and there is something else. Is there somewhere we can talk?"

Pete glanced back to Vanessa and Artie in the living room. "Let's go to the patio." He said nervously.

"I am also here about HG Wells." She said once they were seated. Pete leaned forward.

"Why?" He said, much the way he had said all the times he had pushed his boundaries as a teenager, the why that was going to push her logic, because he didn't agree with it.

"Myka is very sick." Pete winced at that. "We have seen the way HG has responded to grief in the past."

Pete got up, anger pulsing through his veins. "No Mom. No. You guys aren't taking her away from Myka. Not again. When she thought HG chose that white picket fantasy over her, she was crushed. I thought you had all decided that HG was fine, that's why she was allowed to go live her life in the middle of no where, why she was allowed to assist us when Artie went more cuckoo than her."

"Peter, please let me-"

"No! Do you really think HG will react better if she is kept apart from Myka and then finds out she died? And you can't just shove her back in a coin, not after all she has done." Pete is pacing back and forth, running his hand through his hair.

"Peter." Her voice is firm, and he knows he needs to shut up. "I told you to let me finish, now sit down." He does as he is told.

"There are no plans to use the Janus Coin again or separate HG Wells from the Warehouse or Myka. We are reinstating her, but you have to understand, we need to keep an eye on her. The grief of losing her child drove her to the point she thought it was better to destroy the world. We can't let that happen again."

"What do you want to do?"

"I asked that I be the one to talk with you all about it. As Guardian, I can tell when there is a threat to the Warehouse, and I don't feel she is one at this time. However, to be fully reinstated, she will be required to have weekly meetings with Abigail to ensure her mental well being."

"So she gets to stay?" There is a small smile on his face. It reminds her of the time he flew to see her, just to tell her had been sober for one month. A smile of hope.

"Yes." She said smiling warmly at her son. She always cared for her agents, but this particular team she had grown attached too, perhaps because they worked so closely with her son. Pete barrelled into her for a hug, and she felt a familiar pang of guilt, that she had not been there so much when he needed her, had retreated into her responsibilities for the Warehouse after her husband died. Jeannie was older, so she handled it better, but she knew that it had damaged her son. Only his own resilience had allowed him to become the brave, caring man that had his arms wrapped around her.

"Myka is lucky to have a friend like you." Pete just backed up and grinned.