Hope had had what was likely the worst week of her life. This was counting all the years she'd grown up in the worst version of a post-apocalyptic Earth that could exist.
After sleeping for two days straight, Hope still felt mentally and physically exhausted. But she was up, nonetheless, and fresh from watching them lower her father into the ground. Scott was looking to get more work started already, like fixing Utopia, hunting down the five new lights, getting poked and prodded, etc. All these things, though, hope wanted to put on hold. She'd been living a structured, planned out life for way too long. And for one night she just wanted to be a normal teen.
So she'd come to visit her favorite, almost-normal teen. It didn't take her long to find Peter's place. New York was different, but still vaguely the New York she remembered. She knocked on the door and waited for an answer now, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt to be a little less conspicuous in Peter's vaguely normal world.