We'd reached my house by then. The car idled, I was a little drenched, and it still poured outside. My clothes, including Peter's jacket, were a mess. There were scorched patches here and there. I could still smell burned fabric, and I could've sworn that some of the damaged parts still smoked."You okay?"I nodded, sinking in my seat. “I am, yeah. Just embarrassed as hell. I'm really sorry I screwed up your training today.""We've got plenty of other days to train. It's just...when you decide to run from your designated hideaway, don't get in the line of fire. We almost blew you away back there.""I know, I know. I'm sorry. I just wanted to tell you—"Peter sighed. “We all scoured the area, Eric, and we found no sign of a giant spider anywhere. It doesn't mean that it wasn't there, though."I looked at him, finally. “You believe me, then?"He chuckled. “Of course I do. We all do. But that was reckless, Eric. You could've been seriously hurt, probably even killed, by running straight for our practice zone.
