Peter stared at the clock. He really hated that thing.

The note caught his eye. Good, about time. He put his name, and figured to speak to a few people he knew. Either Giles or maybe that FBI lady might want info on this.

"So there's a way to put a kibosh on the doom fiesta, huh?" He asked out loud, even though he vaguely noticed the guy sitting near the clock.

He glanced over toward him, "Don't tell me that oversized alarm clock belongs to you?"