“You don’t?” She raised her eyebrows slightly. “What’s so bad about London?” Amy stooped down slightly so as to stop talking down to the boy who was apparently a younger Peter Vincent.
“It’s a pretty unbelievable story, actually. You were brought here by a kind of magic.” She winced slightly, hoping that he wouldn’t completely reject the idea. “That’s what brought me here and lots of other people, too.”
Amy couldn’t help but chuckle a little when he asked her how old she was. “I’m twenty. So maybe not exactly a grown-up, but pretty close to it. Do you want to go somewhere you can sit down? Maybe not a closet?” She held out her hand for him to take if he liked.