I think that's what happens when you're not sure what 'on' is supposed to feel like. You're kind of on auto-pilot, right? Just ... going through the motions in a haze of confusion?

[ At least that's been Peter's experience. He could also roll over and die, or hang out in town with the Pleasantville citizens, but he's not about that life either. Something tells him he's used to strife like this. Something about bad luck following him around.

Anyway.

He gestures to a general point through the trees where foliage only seems to be getting leafier. ]

That scream over there? That's the first real clue.

[ Even if it's not in an ideal location. ]