What now?

I heard pounding on the front door last night and shouting:
"Heidi! and a sole wailing cry which I recognized quickly as Peter.
I ran to the door and flung it open and there was Peter with swollen eyes and
a wet face. "They spot him!" A shriek broke from his lungs as he launched himself into my arms. "Big Bro go boom!"

"Honey, I was just exercising and I don't know what you are talking about."
I dragged Peter into the living room while he gulped and hiccoughed. "I'm
sorry,so sorry." He shook with more weeping.
On the way to the couch, I grabbed some Kleenex and started to wipe his face.

I wondered if I should get Mama Petrelli but I had no idea where the old bat was hiding. So, I got the maid to get Peter some Cocoa with a dash of scotch in it to help calm him down. That always seemed to be Nathan's favorite drink(sans Cocoa)
Peter clung to me for almost an hour and I still had no idea what had happened.
The phone kept ringing but I had to let voicemail pick up.
I am not even sure how I got him to drink the Cocoa but he did.

I think Carla put too much scotch in it because Peter started at act really loopy.(while still sobbing)
"I will be a good husband to you and will always protect you and your sons, it is the least I can do."

With that, Peter blew his nose on my workout clothes and passed out.He is using me as a teddy bear(do you know how hard it is to blog while being clung to by
a sleeping/whimpering brother-in-law?)
WHAT IS GOING ON?
Whatever it is, I wouldn't be surprised if Mama Petrelli was involved.