Eponine stumbled through the mirror maze, not caring how lost she was getting. As if it wasn't bad enough to have lost Marius to Cosette the two blatantly flaunted their love in front of her. It wasn't fair!

And as much as Enjolras wanted to help her he just didn't understand. He didn't know heartbreak or the pain of his heart being torn out. And getting shot at the barricades didn't count because emotional wounds were always worse than physical one.

Eponine slipped to the ground, back pressed up against the glass of the nearest mirror. Her tears distracted her and she failed to see the flash of black – the sweeping cloak – that passed through the mirrors like a descending bat.

"Are you alright?"

Eponine jumped at the voice and looked around. "Hello? Who's there?"

"Just someone who is worried about you."

"Where are you?" Eponine questioned, getting to her feet. She turned around in circles, but she was met with nothing but her own reflections.

"I'm everywhere and nowhere," the man said. "This maze was designed by a genius and made so that you don't know if you are looking at a mirror or a pane of glass. Or even an open frame."

A figure dressed in all black appeared before her and held out his hand. Eponine reached forward, entranced, and touched the solid glass. She gasped and the man looked up, revealing his masked face. It was a half mask that covered the top portion of his face, revealing only his lips and the very bottom of his nose.

"Who are you?" she whispered.

"I am known by many names," he replied cryptically. "You may call me Mr. Y."

"Why all the mystery?" she asked.

He smiled. "This place is mine and so I know all of its secrets. And there are some of my own that must keep guarded. But I am here because you seem distressed."

"I shouldn't have run away," Eponine whispered. "I overreacted."

Mr. Y took a step to the side and vanished. Eponine turned to find the man directly behind her. "You're safe here, Eponine," he said. "You may hide as long as you want."

"How do you know my name?"

"I saw you outside with your friends," he admitted. "I see the pretty boy blond fop has taken a liking to you."

Eponine looked shocked. "What? Enjolras? No, we're just friends."

Mr. Y's lips quirked. "And mark."

"Eponine! Eponine where are you?"

Eponine turned. "How did you know Enjolras would call to me at that very minute?"

"We both knew he would come after you." He pointed towards the far wall.

"Miss Thenardier?" Raoul's voice.

"I've had lots of experience with these types of men. They make me angry and then I do that I don't really regret."

Eponine swallowed thickly. Maybe I should go."

"But you," the man continued, ignoring her words, "your heartbreak is over Marius and that girl. They have wronged you and it is a crime that they are blind to it."

"Eponine, where are you?" Enjolras sounded almost frantic.

"We can go and talk somewhere more private than this," he offered. "There's a place below."

Eponine looked back the way she had come and nodded, stepping closer to the masked man and took his offered hand. She wanted them all to worry about her, wanted to see if Marius and Cosette fretted over her absence.

"Don't listen to his lies, Eponine," Raoul called out. "I know this man; he is a fraud and a murderer. He is the Phantom of the Paris Opera House!"

"It sounds like the two of you have history," Eponine said incredulously. "And what's all this about a Phantom?"

"It's a long story," he told her. Mr. Y pushed a hidden switch and one of the mirrors slid open, revealing a downward staircase. "Come with me and tell you."

"I hope I won't regret this," Eponine whispered.