"Yeah, I figured as much," Peter answered, staring down at the flower dubiously in spite of her reassurance. After a moment, however, he followed suit, making a series of faces as he ate it even if it wasn't actually half-bad. When he finished, he looked over the building again, frowning. "So, now what?"

"Now we head upstairs and hope he's still unconscious," John answered, moving back towards the window when he was done with his flower, the bag slung over one shoulder. "We may be safe, but the people downstairs are most decidedly not. I want to trap him in the room before he realizes that."