He woke up some time later to the sound of a voice whispering his name. He hummed and rubbed his eyes, blinking a few times. He was staring up at the sky which was now orange with the sunset. He had been out there all day.

Quickly he tried to sit up, almost instantly feeling a dizzy sensation come over him, a force that knocked him back down on the ground. That didn't stop him from trying again.

A few more attempts, Peter made his way to his feet, stumbling and swaying back and forth as he tried to keep his balance. He honestly just thought it was because he had just woken up and had thought nothing of it.

His feet were numb from keeping them in the cold water for so long and that, mixed with overall fatigue and nausea, made it difficult to stay standing. Peter let out a sigh, shakily climbing his way back up the hill and onto the trail. Right as he got up and away from the river, almost instantly he felt different. No longer sick but…odd. He wandered around the forest for a few more minutes and as he made his way out of the woods, a familiar house came into view.

"Oh shit," Peter whispered, running toward it. He was supposed to go back home sooner, a simple walk had turned into a 14-hour adventure and nap. He hesitated at the doorstep for a moment before letting out a sigh and turning the handle.

"Peter!" Micky's voice called out, and Peter was instantly attacked by a hug.

"Hi, Micky," he said, returning the hug and noticing the other two in the kitchen. Mike was seated in his seat, holding the phone up to his ear, Davy sitting close beside him. When they heard Peter, both looked up, eyes wide.

"I'm sorry," Mike said into the phone, keeping his eyes on Peter the whole time. "He just came in through the door. Sorry for wasting your time. Okay, okay. Bye."

He hung up and let out a heavy sigh, just as Micky finally released him from the hug.

"Mind telling us what you were doing all day?" Mike asked, standing up to get a better look of Peter. He looked down and shrugged.

"Sorry," he said quietly. "I just lost track of time."

"What happened to your shoes?" Micky asked, noticing his friend was barefoot.

"I don't know." Again, Peter shrugged, unsure of what else to do.

Mike let out a sigh, reaching out and pulling one of the flowers from Peter's hair, putting it in a cup of water. The events of the day began to come back to Peter when he saw the flower. He didn't even know what the memories were of but suddenly he saw an image of a man lying down on a picnic blanket in the middle of a large field, a woman sitting beside him as she pushed wild flowers into his hair.

"I'm sorry…" he said quietly. "I fell asleep, lost track of time…"

They all turned to look at him, surprised by the statement.

"You fell asleep?" Micky asked, genuinely amazed. He was happy his friend was able to get rest, but it was also slightly worrisome, out of place. Insomniacs don't just suddenly sleep all day after weeks of struggling to do so.

Peter looked at him for a long moment. He didn't know what had happened and couldn't bring himself to respond. Instead, he shrugged again before going to the couch, laying down.

"I'm tired," he said, curling himself into a ball and closing his eyes.

"Have you eaten anything yet today, Peter?" Davy asked quietly, leaning back to get a better look of him.

"No, not yet," he shrugged, turning his back toward the others. "I'm not hungry, sorry."

"Are you feeling alright?" Mike asked, going to him and turning Peter's head to feel his forehead. "You feel warm."

Peter closed his eyes again and shrugged.

"I'm sorry…" he whispered as Mike wrapped a blanket around him. "I didn't mean to."

Mike nodded and shot a look to Micky, who was making his way to the couch as well.

"It's okay," Micky said, placing a hand on Peter's back. Peter tensed and shrugged, hiding his face in the pillow.

"Davy?" Mike called out. "Get me a cold towel for Pete."

The world became a blur to Peter, he wasn't entirely sure what was even happening. He could hear voices he didn't recognize beginning to fade out. Suddenly, the only sounds he heard were of the wind, rustling through the autumn leaves as they fell to the ground.

"Peter, darling?" A voice called out, causing him to turn around. Behind him, he saw his partner, looking at him with a concerned expression. "Are you alright?"

Peter smiled at her, nodded.

"Fine," he told her, as another gust of wind caused him to shiver. "Cold, but alright."

She nodded and took his arm, a smile growing on her face as she led him back to the cottage.

"Let's you warmed up then, shall we?" She asked, throwing wood into the fireplace. Peter nodded, sitting on the floor, beside the fire. A few moments later, she came into the room with a cup of tea in her hands, giving it to him.

"Thank you, darling," he said, taking a small sip. She smiled and nodded a "you're welcome" as she sat beside him, resting her head on his shoulder as they looked into the fire.