The desperation and excitement in her voice was more than a little contagious, and for the first time Peter found himself more than driven to go to New York...he was actually looking forward to it, just a little.
"Ireland...I'm in Cork, Ireland." he replied after a moment, shoving his free hand into his pocket as he bounced lightly on the balls of his feet. "But I'm at the airport...I'm coming back to New York right now."
He paused, swallowing hard as he stared at his feet. He didn't know what she knew about who he was...how he'd gotten there, who he'd been before he woke up chained to a shipping container. He didn't know what she knew about him at all...didn't know if she had any idea that his head was a big, empty pit of nothing.
"Rory..." he began slowly, shifting to lean back against the wall of the phone booth, "I...can you meet me at the airport? I should be in tomorrow afternoon, I think...or something, I'm not sure how the time difference works...but we need to talk. About...a lot. And we need to talk before I can tell you anything about what's happened to me."
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"Ireland...I'm in Cork, Ireland." he replied after a moment, shoving his free hand into his pocket as he bounced lightly on the balls of his feet. "But I'm at the airport...I'm coming back to New York right now."
He paused, swallowing hard as he stared at his feet. He didn't know what she knew about who he was...how he'd gotten there, who he'd been before he woke up chained to a shipping container. He didn't know what she knew about him at all...didn't know if she had any idea that his head was a big, empty pit of nothing.
"Rory..." he began slowly, shifting to lean back against the wall of the phone booth, "I...can you meet me at the airport? I should be in tomorrow afternoon, I think...or something, I'm not sure how the time difference works...but we need to talk. About...a lot. And we need to talk before I can tell you anything about what's happened to me."