In the TARDIS, her heart skipped. Home. Manhattan? she asked, squinting at the wall. Was he gone completely from this place, then? How? And how was their mental link crossing over time and space?
She was trying to keep herself steady, but the possibility of loss loomed over her, pressed on her spine, started pulling at her ribcage, and she took a breath to force herself more strongly toward calmness. If Peter were home, and they were still in the TARDIS....
"Come on," Evey said, gesturing toward Leeloo. The rocking had stopped altogether, and Evey suddenly needed to see if they were in New York, or still on the island that'd become their home.