Peter had been exploring the Imaginarium himself, wishing he had his camera to take photos of some of the more odd items on display. He takes note of the guy with the pink mohawk the same way he would have if they had passed on the street in New York— noticing but not interacting. Except when he hears the guy raise his voice over something he found, that does get his attention...

And then Peter is sucked up into an entirely different scene, before he has a chance to even see what it is that the guy is holding.

Clubbing has never really been Peter's thing. He's too busy at night swinging around New York stopping crimes to go to a nightclub. But that seems to be where he has found himself, standing on a mezzanine above a throng of dancing people. The mohawk guy is here too, but he's... on fire? Sort of?

This whole thing is so confusing.

And there's an older man there, asking a question. Peter glances between him and the mohawk guy, asking, "Is he talking to you or me?"