"Someone else named Evey?" she asked, her voice carrying a gentle bit of laughter. But the darker ghost in Peter's mind wasn't far away from her own thoughts, even now. She hurried to close the distance between them and reached for his shoulder.
"You're from the island, aren't you?" she asked. "Well, an island on a planet, anyway. The one with dinosaurs. Aren't you?"
It made sense that if Peter were from there (and also from the broken world before), then perhaps others were in the same position. Others like this man. There was something about him that pulled at her. She wanted to help him - and he was asking for help, in all the ways that mattered. In all the ways she knew.