Everyone has returned to their homes late in plesantvilles most picturesque suburb. "Its quiet out. Really quiet, guess it is late though." Peter says. The usually putter of cars and laughter has faded, people have all gone home and the sun sets, reading in the living room or eating around tables as a family.

"I know it's a little boring around here, with your parents being gone and the tv all busted." Peter says. Hes been tasked with watching you over at your place tonight, even though you're far too old for a chaperone. Still; you like him, he's a nice guy. You couldn't know the manipulative guy under the surface, who keeps notebooks of the interesting and two faces people in the neighborhood. "I've got some books, I'm sure your room is nice. Or we could go to mine, might be easier if we do, I've definetly got stuff to entertain there. My parents are out too." He pauses, the stands. "Cmon, let's go to mine."