Once the little machine pulls off of the suit - which startles Liz for a moment - she was already trying to decide to go left or right. Right seemed to go back into the gardens and she figured as much as Peter might want to help Yetu, he wouldn't have gone that way, so just as Karen finishes her recommendation, Liz is off to the left.

She had to work really hard not to run. Her pace was similar to a parent who lots a child, but didn't want to alarm other people around them from running. Panic was swelling up more and more as she walked. Every step seemed to release more dread into her chest.

Up ahead there was what looked like to be a small market with stalls for wares and some food. Liz wished Peter had the suit on - he would be easier to see. Instead, her eyes scanned for the boy she was fond of - looking for a hint of his cute haircut that framed his far-too handsome face, or his broad shoulders. He still had his backpack and hoodie, right? Hopefully.

She couldn't help it as she heard herself shout "Peter?!"