Peter didn't quite get what happened, he didn't even recall opening the door. All he knew was that they'd stopped, his chest time of hurt and he was staring at Jack like he was mental. "What? Why the hell did you do that?"

"Can we have the suicidal prick in the back, please?" Owen complained as he dropped back into his seat, checking his two sedated passengers were fine. That seriously hurt and they hardly needed him doing that again.

Peter just didn't get it. He blinked a few times then looked over his shoulder at where Sam was sitting. See, now, he remembered that part. The sedation. So what happened that he didn't see?

"Did I miss something?"