Bennet and Peter are in New York Federal Bank in Manhattan. Peter wonders if the knife guy is going to show, and Bennet doesn't know but feels better with Peter there. Then he tells Peter that he thinks he should seriously consider how he's living. Peter's like, "Where did that come from?" Is Peter so dense that he actually doesn't know where that came from? He has a crazy serial saver wall of clippings in his otherwise bare apartment with no food, doesn't talk to his family or friends or anyone else, and has made it his mission to save people to the point that he beats himself up if he doesn't save them quite perfectly enough? Really? He doesn't know where Bennet's question came from? God, these characters are idiotic. Bennet points out the same stuff I just did: Peter knows everyone's name that he's saved but no one knows his. He has no connections to anyone, which is a dead end. Bennet says to trust him, since he's exhibit A, all alone, eating cereal for dinner. It's no way to live.
Just then a bank employee brings them their box and calls Bennet, "Mr. Danko." Bank employee says he'll wait right outside. Bennet opens the box to find a tiny leather pouch that contains the compass. Peter's like, "Really? Danko got killed for a compass?" Bennet taps it and adds, "A broken compass." That'll happen if you bury it with your dead brother. A knock on the door as the bank employee appears to be entering, and Bennet says they'll need another minute (which they really don't, right? I mean, can't they just take it and leave? It doesn't matter anyway, but it still seems weird he'd request more time). But the bank employee falls into the room because his back's all sliced up, julienne-style. Edgar's standing behind him, and he'd like that compass, please.