"It wasn't like you had much time," Peter points out. Once Liz climbs off him, he starts sifting through his backpack, pulls out a new shirt, then shoves his old shirt and mask into it.

Peter tugs it on, then pulls out his cell phone; it'd buzzed in his pocket earlier. There's a notification from Liz on the home screen.

"Sorry I missed your text," he says, pulling it open to read it. It was weird, but sending text messages to Liz'd been one of the things he enjoyed about this trip. It just felt normal, like they were a normal couple and not two people trapped from different realities at an inn by mysterious forces.