There's something about this girl that pulls at a place in Peter that he doesn't like to think about, much less discuss, but there it is. She looks lost and out of place and he feels like he's looking at himself about fifteen years earlier.

Shit.

When she's curled up on her bag and says something about real or not, Peter decides he'll speak up.

"Hey, for me? I like to just pretend that everything's a fantasy until proven otherwise. Usually works out okay."