Peter stared for a while, his hand trembling between wanting to resist and wanting to pull the trigger. But logic always beat fear. And if Jack was telling him to stop then he had to stop. That was the right move because he wouldn't say it otherwise, would he?

"I'm taking a lot on faith here, Jack," With grim determination, he let his hand uncurl and the gun fell to the ground. When it finally out of his hand, the music stopped and Peter took a deep breath just as Ianto came rushing through the door and over to Mohinder.

Looking up, he felt a level of clarity come back to him as he stared at Jack, trying to understand what was happening to them. Something was deeply wrong here.

"I think we need to go back to the hub. It's still here. It doesn't stop."