As she tries to hurry past the lobby towards the elevators, he inadvertently locks eyes with Peter's mom.

She wears the same tan, oversized ladies pant-suit with a navy button-up shirt accenting the whole outfit as she has done every year. The outfit implies she was once a very large woman, but now, looking at her, nothing about her appearance indicates she's held any weight in the world. Even from this distance, we can see her large, sunken eyes looking away from us and searching for the concierge—bright white peepers fixed above discolored sockets, penetrating, swift and efficient like something subterrestrial.