(backdated) A talk - Peter

Liz hardly used to phone she got in Europe, but she did use it for pictures. She understood why comparatively her flip phone was not as good because you had access to all sorts of memories in one place. Currently she was sitting on her bed flipping through pictures of her and Peter I Europe and at the inn, resisting the urge to lean over and send him a message over the journal. When he was ready, he would come find her... right?

On the table was the drawing Piotr had made for her - she and Peter in New York looking happy and holding hands. It lay face up on the table as Liz hadn't decided to put it up yet or not. It was a complicated choice.

She sighed and flopped onto her back, looking up at the ceiling. Things always seemed so complicated.

Maybe she should go find Maria.