"I don't think it'll make that much difference," Carla Jean says frankly. "So we might as well just keep it to ourselves." Of course, there's every chance that it could backfire, if there are enough other people here who also remember the island and might mention it, but there are ways around that, too. She barely knew Reggie on the island, for example. If she really needed to, Kate could probably claim the same, blame it on differences in time. It's dishonest, but it's a small dishonesty.

Eyeing the train station almost suspiciously as they walk up to it, she nevertheless doesn't hesitate to step inside when Kate opens the door. When this seems to be a commonplace sort of occurrence, there's no reason not to. "Fuckin' creepy sounds about right, anyway," she says. "So they'll just know it's mine?"