"Peter?" I called through the door as I opened it.

Upon closer examination I could see that the door had been forced inward. Splinters of wood and bits of metal stuck out in award angles where the locks used to be.

"Yeah I'm in here." I heard, and pushed through the door. I found him curled up in the corner, sweaty and pale.

"Are you okay?"

He just shook his head, looking on the verge of nausea.

"What happened?"

I approached him slowly, not wanting to freak him out. Stopping a few feet away I sat on the floor so he wouldn't have to look up.

He stared me in the eye for a second and then said, "They're back."