Peter had figured that the shriveled pink raisin was right about actually going to the city, instead of just looking at it. He hoped that he could maybe find a conch shell of the ceremonial persuasion, and cheap spectral booze so his soul could get drunk. "Yeah, this is a good time to at least try to be productive. Let's get going, it's been too long since I've seen skyscrapers." Peter also secretly hoped he could maybe find out if those sirens at the dating place could direct him to a place of worship, so he could exact some revenge upon those who had cursed him. If not, lighting a normal priest on fire would do.