He frowned suspiciously at her calm acceptance and explanation. She believed him - that was new. People never believed Peter, not about things like this, that didn't make sense or were too far outside of normal. But her smile was kind, and she wasn't angry or yelling, and she didn't just believe him, she seemed to know how it was that he'd gotten here. So maybe he wasn't in trouble. Not yet, at least.
"Kansas? Like in Wizard of Oz?" His brow furrowed in confusion. "But I was in London." He looked past her, around the room. It seemed safe enough, just a normal house, nothing creepy or out of the ordinary, aside from his sudden appearance there.
He thought before answering, looking back at Amy and wondering if he should trust her. But it wasn't as though she hadn't already caught him, and he was in her house. And she seemed to know how, so maybe she could explain it to him. "I'm Peter," he said cautiously, "Peter Vincent."