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You're just floating around, trying to will yourself out of the situation. At first all goes well, but then something nastybad happens and you lose your grip on your psi powers.

The next thing you know, you're back in the room, with Peter, facing the same decision as before.

"Lousy psycho-nonsense," you mutter.

Run!

Stick around for a while...