Peter needed to get away, seeing all of these people here should’ve been comforting but it wasn’t. They shouldn’t be here… it was his fault they were all here today. To mourn his sweet sister, Charlie. If he had just stayed with her, maybe he could’ve prevented what happened. Or maybe if he swerved the other way, her head wouldn’t have been taken off. Or maybe if their mom hadn’t forced Peter to take Charlie with him? Maybe she’d still be here, being her weird little self. But, no one could change what happened that night. Nor Peter or anyone else. Peter just stared at the glass, lost in thought, away from everyone else. After a while.. he couldn’t handle it anymore, he needed to be alone right now, opting to just lock himself in the downstairs bathroom to get away.