Evey let her hand drop to her side. Had she said something wrong? She reconsidered her response from the moment she turned and decided that whatever it was, it probably wasn't her. Something he carried with him, then... Perhaps something her other self had placed on his shoulders. Or maybe none of that at all. Overhead, tree branches stirred in the morning breeze and the sun showered into her eyes. Evey squinted, stepped forward --
Those sandals got in her way. She caught herself before she touched grass with her knees. A short sound escaped from the back of her throat. Frustration. Through the spots in her vision, she saw well enough to slide her feet into her sandals, and then she pushed forward. Whatever her other self had or had not done to him, if he knew her, then he could answer a question she hadn't dared ask of Peter.
When she'd fallen in step with the mysterious man, she stayed quiet. The questions would wait until he stopped running. That's what he was doing now, although it seemed a leisurely stroll at first glance. And although she didn't know why he was doing this, she knew well enough to know that no one could run and talk well at the same time.