"...He did," confirms Peter, starting to feel just a little hysterical. "He fucking beeped. I'm not fucking beeping, why is he fucking beeping?"

You have to be a fucking idiot to get excited about an encounter with the supernatural, that much Peter has known for a long, long time. It's little comfort that he is the supernatural in this situation, and he hangs back by Daniel's side, no intention of going back up to the cameraman and giving him another brush with the undead.

"I can't be dead," he protests. "I don't even believe in goddamn ghosts."