Peter was shaking his head. "It was after we left... the savage world pulled us in. I was on that world, and a rift opened so I could see it. She saved them all... and it killed her."
He glanced upward at the sound of wings, and saw Bran. He didn't know exactly how he knew, but he knew that this was the crow from that world, from the island. Maybe it was in the way this bird seemed to want to be nearby. Which meant that Eric, his friend, was nearby as well.
That was the comfort. Peter drew into himself, shut his eyes, and focused. Not on the Leeloo that was in his apartment, but on the connection he had to the one he'd known first.