"Eight of us in all," I said. "Stan, Richie, Beverly, Eponine, Rosie, Luke, Regan and myself. We're all safe, it's only... well, we had to leave. Peter's gone mad. Worse than before."

I knew Peter was dangerous, I had known for a long time now, but I had honestly thought keeping him happy would be the safest course of action. It was foolish, many, because it seemed there was no keeping Peter happy anymore. No matter I did. I was too grown up now and I had other people I loved more than him.

He hated me now.