It's a bird! It's a bug! No, it's a tiny bat in search of somewhere to survey the situation and make sure he's out of reach of anything large and toothy. Daine finally got him flying, so at least he's not stuck crawling around on the part of the playground where he originally found himself, but flying as a bat turns out to be a tricky series of constant course corrections. He doesn't realize he's been losing altitude until it's too late and the ground is rushing up to meet him. With a nearly inaudible squeak, Peter tumbles through the grass, coming to a stop on the ground near something -- someone -- very large and white.