After the break, Claude helps himself to a cold beer and twits that Peter's apartment could be a lot nicer due to his family connections. I don't know about that, Claude; my entire apartment could fit inside Peter's refrigerator, and I make a decent living as a web editor. Peter's a damn unemployed hospice nurse with superpowers and he's living in an apartment that would go for a cool two million on the open market, dude. Seriously. Peter explains that he's a nurse and Claude says, "A nurse who's an empath? Very cute." "Empath?" says Peter. "What's that mean?" "Means yer a pain my ass, mate." Heh. Peter points out that Claude followed him this time, so he's obviously not as big of an ass pain as Claude would like to think. "Well, I'm not very much of a people person," says Claude, touching all of Peter's stuff, "but I'm certainly not gonna let you kill 'em all. You seem pretty sure of that pending apocalypse of yours." Peter thinks they can avoid the apocalypse if Claude helps him control his ability.
"You don't know what you're asking," says Claude, swigging his beer, "what you have to go through. You might want to reconsider dying. Hell of a lot easier." Oh, how I love to watch Christopher Eccleston swig beer. Peter thinks he can handle it. "That's what they all say," quips Claude. "'They'?" says Peter. "How man--how many people have you taught before me?" Claude hunches forward with a serious look on his face, but doesn't provide the answer Peter's looking for. Instead, he just says, "Come on, mate! I'll steal us a cab!" Peter's all, but what about the "they"? Claude just wrenches the door open and goes, "You comin' or not?" Peter's all, yay! An adventure! They head out.
Matt's Bathroom of Good Intentions and Dying Plotlines. Good god. Is this story still going on? I might need some antihistamines or something; this storyline's giving me hives. Matt finishes fixing the sink or whatever, and Mrs. Matt applauds and giggles. He tells her about his suspension. He says that he thought this mind-reading thing was going to be a good thing, but now he's lost his job and he's about to lose his marriage. His wife says he's not about to lose their marriage, they just have to trust each other. They kiss and she asks him to read her mind once more. "We're having a baby?" Matt asks with a smile. She nods, and he laughs, and they hug, and he's so happy about adding yet another expensive item to their one-paycheck household.