Juliet is sitting on the couch, curled up into an impossibly tight ball. She had waited until James had left... she hadn't told him about this video. Not yet. She didn't want to tell anyone at first, she wanted to be the only one watching it. She couldn't explain this feeling, but she felt possessive over it. And she and James had been... not fighting, but certainly frosty with each other since the whole Smoke Monster's mother incident.
Now she's regretting not watching it with him in the room. She knows she was being stupid, hiding it from him. And now she's sitting alone on the couch, rewinding the DVD over and over again, trying to memorize every single aspect of the video. Her eyes are sore and red and every so often she lets out a small, dry sob.
The film goes to black, having finished yet again, and she lets her head fall to her knees.