It's complicated. He never saw me as a real person. I guess I wasn't really. But I still...well, it's not like I wasn't real? I did exist. Enough that Echo brought me here, right? That has to count for something. He just saw me as something made up, something in his way. [and that wasn't entirely untrue, Maria thinks. she thinks about how she knows she was meant to punish him for what happened to Mary, to remind him of how terrible he had been.] He never looked outside himself. [which was always, always the problem with James.]

8 million people? Geesh. How do you keep sane like that? Even if you can block it out or ignore it. And I gotta be honest, I think I would probably be a little nosy. I wouldn't be able to help it. [sometimes the gossip