Approaching her had been a mistake - one he could not easily rectify now that she was following him. For all the time he had spent with the Evey he knew, she hadn't told him much about her former life. Now he wondered what she would think if she'd met the former version of John Preston. It was unlikely he would have given her time to think to begin with. He'd be a mad dog off its leash - not unlike the way Brandt had made his entry onto the island.
Their bond had been forged in the experiences that haunted them, and who they were before... Those ghosts from their pasts might as well have been strangers.
"Why are you following me," he asked without sparing her a glance. It was easier to talk if his eyes didn't deceive him.