"I'd guess everyone who doesn't have a journal - that's mostly the residents of the city, though there have been times when people moved out from the hotel to live in the city itself - is like the rest of the place: created because someone wanted them." That would explain why all their minds felt the same to him, all dusty and manufactured. "What do I do? I watch the people in the hotel and try to keep myself and the kid who hired me out of trouble." And he waited. There was an awful lot of waiting, actually - waiting for someone who knew him to show up and probably make things really interesting, waiting for whatever sent people back to finally decide on him.