Julia has been keeping herself busy, always, with her butterflies and her flowers. She isn't used to visitors. Occasionally, familiar faces from around Chester's Mill might appear around the palace, or distant specks on the streets through the windows. Angie, Joe, even Barbie himself, as they all go about their daily lives in eternal protection beneath the Dome. Julia's priority is to keep the egg safe, for as long is it is safe, they are all safe. And all she needs to make that happen is her own attention, and her loyal monarchs.

The truth is, Julia has always felt very much alone. Guarding the egg on her own in a palace - sacrificing herself for the sake of protecting the town - is all she has ever known.

The voice startles her and she turns, her gaze landing on the man who has infiltrated her space. There is no recognition in her eyes as she narrows them in concern, turning to face him, her flowers and butterflies all but forgotten.

"Who the hell are you?"