( sounds like the lady had made a strong impression, or perhaps Erwin already knew her rather well. which is something Peter is curious about — it wouldn't be the first incidence he's heard of someone recognizing another person trapped here from home, but he does have to wonder at his prevalence — but it probably isn't a great time to ask. Peter can't help but wonder if those unaccounted for went home, though he has no proof they didn't.

as for his not-mom, ) Yeah, she remembers me. I was worried she wouldn't. Honestly I was worried she wasn't actually real until I met her again. ( everything about October feels hazy and blurred, like it was a dream more than reality. meeting Lorna again had helped to make that ephemeral point feel a little more concrete, though, )

I met others back then that I haven't met again since. I wish I knew what happened to them. ( Lorna is the exception, not the rule. so what happened to everyone else that he met before, that seems to be absent now? are they home, like Erwin suggests, or something worse? Peter frowns at his snow covered shoes, though the cider in his hands is warm and comforting and keeps him from completely disconnecting into his thoughts. )