At first, Peter thought he was looking at a memory. The apartment was identical to the one he had shared with Leeloo in die Festung. But her clothing... it was much better quality, even if it echoed the things he had given her and the spare clothes she had borrowed from him.
His breath was shaking, his hand gripping Eric more tightly. "God, she's alive," he barely breathed, rattled as he was by the revelation. There could be no mistake. The darker hair, the clothes, even the way she moved.
He could be there in an instant. An instant. But fear paralyzed him. His eyes opened again, and he swallowed thickly. It hadn't been long ago - it had been a lifetime ago - since he had her in his arms. And now, he was terrified. "What do I do?"