Training had kicked in, replacing the instinct to panic. Jack had taught him about this, and Peter began to press against the walls of his mind, testing out his physical responses to the world against the mental responses. It was a way to see if his was trapped in another's mindscape, whether accidental or enemy. But things were checking out, despite the continued schism of Evey in his mind. Which meant that somehow, there were two of her.
Where was he? Peter opened his hand and looked at the key he held. Agreeable Apartments. The number on the key corresponded to the number on the door he was beside. A simple thing, a door... but it seemed unsettlingly familiar.
Agreeable Apartments, he sent back to Evey. I'm outside apartment... 1407. Huh. That had been his apartment number back in Manhattan. Numbness flowed into him, starting at his feet and rapidly filling him to the top of his skull.
It was through that numbness that he felt Evey tentatively reopen the link. Smoothly, shields slipped back into place to keep the two Eveys separate and distinct in his mind. It was much easier to do without the confusion emotions that had been saturating his mind a moment ago.
Evey? he said, directing the thought to the one who was lingering in his room in the TARDIS. I think... somehow... I'm... home?
The word didn't hold the same meaning. Home was not a place, not anymore - home was the people he loved, the feelings he shared with them. But the last time 'home' had been a place, it had been this place. Apartment 1407 on Manhattan's Lower East Side.