It must be completely dark out by now. Everyone says that whatever has been attacking people has stayed outside of the torch line, but it's all hearsay. That didn't stop Steve from being cursed. They listen and wait, holed up like this in their dark little shelter as the minutes turn to an hour. Then more.

They're both shivering now and again but they're safe. Nothing strange joins the wind in a howl. Nothing claws at the door of their shed.

"My Aunt May likes to tell this story about how when she and my Uncle were younger, they got lost during a storm trying to get back home after a concert. Before the days of GPS and all. Ended up halfway through Jersey before they figured out where they were and got on a road to get home." Peter huffs out a breath that's half chuckle and half shiver. Leans a bit closer to Miles while he's talking. "She tells it better than I could but she talks and talks about how much worse the rain was and how much she's freaking out because they should have been home by now before she grabs me by the shoulders and says--'Peter, I have never been more glad to realize I was in Newark than right at that moment.'--before bursting into laughter and then telling me I don't want to drive. It's too stressful."

She still took him out to parking lots now and again to practice. He's getting better at it. It twists at something in him to know that she's going to be worried sick wondering where he's at. He tucks his knees up a bit tighter to him.

"I never worried about getting lost until now, it's funny."