Marie in the funhouse(though it might be argued that Marie is a self-resembling image that Ella has built into her own machine) staring through closed lids at everyone out there she is thinking of (and she thinks a lot, about a lot of people, all the time... since it -is- after the end of the world for her, time is at least 4x as large as it is for us, or as it is for our friends the blessed living frogs, who sit out on the lawn at night, after the lawnmowers are done and as the dark sky drops light water, happy that they can see above the short grass again).