The TARDIS door swung open to the same vista they'd had for the last... how long had it been now? But there was one very big difference. It was night. Beside her, Leeloo said something in a language that Evey only understood when Peter translated. Of course, in this case, the wonder and confusion translated enough for her. Evey nodded once, in utter agreement.
When she stepped outside and looked around, nothing else seemed different -- not that she could tell, at least, in the darkness. Had it been light, she could have seen the wall far in the distance past the shoreline and the small island that hosted the Ranger Station they'd discovered. But for now, all she saw was the very familiar island that they'd started to uneasily call home. We're still on the island, Evey said, and tried very hard to strangle down the growing fear of loss as Peter's nostalgia wafted through her mind.
She swallowed.
"Peter's all right," she said out loud, for the sake of the woman beside her. But wherever he was, it wasn't here.
It wasn't here.
She should try to find the others. She should make sure they were all right. Evey couldn't make herself care enough to try that. Not now.