Peter had managed to dodge being grabbed by creepy's Joe's arm of nightmares, and was his ass in the sand after flinging himself backwards. He's back on his feet again in an instant and he rushes to Drake's side. After watching Joe for a couple seconds, long enough to get a general idea of what's probably happening... sort of, he grabs Drake by the arm and starts to pull him back.

"Come on, we're going!"

He doesn't need a spider sense to tell him that shit is gettin' fucked, son.