"Oh," Peter says, groggily, pulling off his nightshirt and pulling on his regular one. He stands, puts on some slacks, pulls on some socks and somehow manages to get on some shoes. All that movement wakes him up a little, and he's finally able to pull words together.
"You don't think it's anything like those creatures that attacked us earlier this year, do you?"
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"You don't think it's anything like those creatures that attacked us earlier this year, do you?"