Her fingers tightened so hard around the phone that her knuckles were aching in protest, but she couldn't make herself let go...the phone was a lifeline, straight to Peter, the first connection she'd had in months. "Where are you?" she asked, scrambling to her feet. "Peter...oh my God, where have you been?"
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Date: 2008-01-17 03:07 am (UTC)