Peter had figured that the shriveled pink raisin was right about actually going to the city, instead of just looking at it. He hoped that he could maybe find a conch shell of the ceremonial persuasion, and cheap spectral booze so his soul could get drunk. [color=FireBrick]"Yeah, this is a good time to at least try to be productive. Let's get going, it's been too long since I've seen skyscrapers."[/color] Peter also secretly hoped he could maybe find out if those sirens at the dating place could direct him to a place of worship, so he could exact some revenge upon those who had cursed him. If not, lighting a normal priest on fire would do.