"My name's Erin Peters. American, if it wasn't obvious, most recently out of New Avalon, Maryland. For the last...Christ...year and a half? Two years? I've not been on Earth. Like a lot of the new arrivals I was imprisoned in a false reality taking the form of a cruise ship, cut off from Earth, cut off from the Hedge, cut off from every kind of existence I'd ever known. They could see me there, too, but that's actually from home."

She goes to reach in her pocket and stops herself. "...I'd kill a man for a smoke," Erin mutters. "...The Mask is just gone at home, Gilbert. Gone and done. The Lost walk among the blind, and the blind see."