Poor Pete was going to have his work cut out for him. Simon never showed any cracks (minus the small one he gave a hint at today) and therefore, trying to get inside the overly hair sprayed shell was going to take some work and effort on Peter's part. They finished their cookies for now and dropped their empties in the bin. Simon once again made sure that Peter had his helmet on (and helped him with the strap) before driving him home.

Where Simon stayed was a little bit of a mystery. Peter had never been there. In fact, no one actually had. He always just drove off towards the city, but that could really be anywhere.

"See you tomorrow, Pete?" He had a date of sorts to get ready for after all.