So sorry ._. I swear I haven't died.
At the mention of her awareness of her twin, Preston felt a little more at ease to talk about his encounter. Should he have known straightaway that the woman he met only bore a vague resemblance to the Evey he knew? Perhaps. But he knew nothing about the universe for certain if it could twist and bend and whimsically pull him to different planes of existence, and he didn't think he could be faulted for the mix-up when the universe was done playing with him and spat him out the other end confused and disoriented. And yet he managed to ask the first, rather bizarre-sounding question that came to mind when she talked of the City's streets.
"Were you not dropped off in the middle of a house?" he queried, as if that was par for the course of a normal Monday evening. Because he was plopped into an apartment with all his belongings neatly put away, as if somebody had been planning this strange journey down a dark, winding, neverending rabbit hole all along.
"I have room," he almost immediately offered. It wasn't a garishly large apartment, except perhaps compared to his quarters in the TARDIS. There was enough room for more than two people.
"-if you wanted. A more permanent. Living arrangement." AWkwardly backtracking? John Preston? Perish the thought.