"You realize you're making it more and more tempting to set this thing on fire."

"And you wonder why I don't trust you."

"And you wonder why I'm hostile and untrustworthy."

"Doesn't it make you just the tiniest bit uncomfortable that I have to wait until I'm sure you're not going to be home before I can allow myself to miss my little boy?"

It took Peter some time to realize that didn't come from the inside of his own head, but the outside - in fact, by the time he did, the voices of himself and his mother had already faded back into the scenery of Natalie's memory.

He pulled a face. "Oh, nice."