I've pulled an all nighter. Sorry for any mistakes here O.O

"Hello?"

I press my ear to the door. Silence. Only Esme's sobs and the distant screams of our new celebrity greet me. That's all I hear, and long enough to where I think I imagined the words filtering through. Maybe the candy isn't all out of my system yet, though it's been days. And just when I thought I'd jumped back onto the crazy train, I hear it again.

"Peter? Is that you?"

"Who is this?" I tap on the wood, hoping to draw the attention of the occupant inside.

"I'm sorry, Peter," the voice says. It's hard to tell when the words seem almost whispered, but there's a gravely sense to it like that of a man and that surprises me more than anything. Besides my green savior, I didn't know of any other men patients in this prison.

I tap and speak a little louder so that my voice rings above Esme's crying. "What's your name?"

"I can't help you, Peter," he says. I hear scratching from the other side of the door. "I'm too lost."

I grab at the knob and pull, expecting the door to swing open just as mine does, but it doesn't budge. I don't believe it at first, pulling again and then harder, banging on the wood with my fist out of frustration. Esme watches with teary eyes filled with despair and a small twinge of hopefulness that disappears when I give up.

"What the hell…"

A hand lands on my shoulders, and I nearly jump out of my shoes, spinning around and backing into the door. I clutch at my heart, feeling it race within in my body, as my green savior laughs at me.

"You'd never been able to move that fast with all those cocktails in your system."

I breeze out an answer, my lungs still playing catch up with my scare. "Well you said cocktails are bad for me."

"Glad you finally listened." He tilts his head toward Esme and the door we're leaning on. "What's going on here?"

The voice. The man. I spin again and tap on the wood. "There's someone in there! They're trapped I think."

He does that little dancing saunter move, tapping his way over to Esme and leaning down close. "How are you today?"

She looks up at him with the ever-present tears. "Can you help him? Please, can you help him?"

He smiles, but there's a hint of sadness in it as he nods his head no. "I'm sorry."

"Peter?" I hear again through the door. "Peter, is that you?"

I jump forward, grabbing at my green savior's hand, pulling him closer to the wood. "Listen! There it is."

He smiles at me, his eyes dancing between the small space between us and our interlocked hands. I try to pull away in panic, but he doesn't let me, his grip too tight. I'd say my mind is playing tricks on me when he dances just the tiniest bit closer, but it's as clear as a cloudless day, and I hold my breath in…anticipation? Fear? Maybe…excitement?

"Peter?"

My green savior leans down, and for a brief moment, I think he's going to kiss me, and I halfway close by eyes in preparation, but he bypasses my lips. Instead, pressing them close to the wood. "Hello, old friend."

"Peter, I can't help. I'm too lost."

"That's okay. We've got this out here." He eyes pivot in my direction, the clarity in them smiling so bright.

I shake my head in confusion. Maybe a little of the fog is still lingering. "What's going on?"

He lifts our hands, cradling them to his heart, pulling me closer, whispering his words against my hair. "Want to go somewhere with me?"

I don't even have to think about it. "Yes."