Introduction
She wakes up with a headache and she doesn't remember anything. The light above her is blinding, she blinks until her eyes adjust to the bright environment. The room she's in is a light, calming shade of blue. She lifts her arms in an attempt to it up, but suddenly a blinding pain shoots into her hand and her chest. Her vision goes red.
"You're awake, thank God!" a voice cries from her right. Her head is ringing—she knows that voice! Her eyes close in thought for a few seconds, and when she opens them she sees a familiar face looking down on her, yet she can't quite remember who's face it belongs to.
"Excuse me, Monsieur, but who are you?" she asks softly. It's a challenge just to speak, but she just had to know. His face falls when he hears her, "You mean, you don't know who I am?"
She looks at him intensely and he searches her eyes for a trace of recognition, and for a moment he sees her face twitch. He looks at her hopefully, but she just blinks and says, "Sorry, but no."
He sighs and suddenly he can't meet her eyes. "They said this would happen, but I wouldn't—I couldn't believe them. I couldn't believe you, of all people…" he cuts off his sentence and brushes the girl's hair out of her eyes. Not in an affectionate sort of way, only a pitying touch.
She stares at him blankly. He presses his thumb and forefinger on his head and says, "Oh, Eponine, I've lost you."