Peter's going stir crazy. It's been three full days of being stuck in here with Mohinder and his sad, puppy dog eyes and Matt's wavering anger at the situation. He's not a licensed therapist and he really doesn't know who to go to for help for this. He's about to suggest another round of poker when there's a knock at the door.

His eyes narrow slightly before he peeks through the peep hole.

His grin is telling. "Matt, your speedy friend's here."