She wouldn't have Peter moving, not because of her desire to look at the flat that felt important to her. Besides, she got the sense that he loved staying with Leeloo in flat #5 (and how perfect a number was that for her?). Though she knew that it would be no trouble for him, she still didn't want it. She could do well enough on her own. Even though, she thought with a wry smile toward her best friend, she was never really alone.
"Thanks for looking in on him," Evey said instead. "I still don't think I should visit him, but he deserves to know about me. I don't think it's right for me not to go.... to explain things to him."
How did one explain what had just happened to her? It was a strange and impossible thing. Just like so many things in the City were strange and impossible. And yet, it was far more personal now. It was her own existence that the City had tampered with. It was more than her life; it was her essence.
A stiff British anger began twisting up inside her, tiny at first, and growing steadily stronger.
"This wasn't right," she said quietly. With conviction. "To any of us."