"This is pretty deep," he says, feeling the wetness of her blood soaking through the napkin and warming his fingers. He glances around the creepy room. "We need to get out of here and get you to a doctor."

He swallows at her words, looking back at her. Her face is turned away from him, but he can see the rigidness of her shoulders. Her voice is quiet and eerie as it bounces off the wall she's facing.

"Carrie, we're not dead," Peter says, reaching out lightly to touch her shoulder in an attempt to get her to turn towards him. "And we're not going to die here. Whoever attacked you may still be here, but I'll find a way to get us out, okay?" He swallows. "I need to get another napkin."

He pulls away, dropping the napkin on the nearby table before reaching for another place setting. This time he doubles up and folds it into a square. As he does so, he glances around, looking for something he can use as a weapon. Without his webshooters or his advanced suit, he's at more of a disadvantage than normal.