"What if you meet a DHARMA hippie and fall in love?" she asks, letting a warm laugh fall from her lips even though their conversation really isn't that humorous. It's better than crying.

"What kind of life, then, James? Blank slate, we're stuck in the 70s. What's next for you, LaFleur?"

She likes calling him that, likes the name. Creole, he'd said, and she thinks it just sounds pretty.