AN: This is again the standard Disclaimer, if I miss any spelling or grammatical errors do let me know.
Chapter 2
I had been accurate with Valjean's movements. He had come back to Paris, with all the old faces dead and buried, he would have no trouble fitting in at all.
I stood atop an old warehouse roof, watching as the thief's carriage came into my view. I could see fear on his face and pain on the young lady's next to him. She appeared to be singing to herself, perhaps a lover had been left behind; especially since this was the same girl he had saved from that odd inn keeping couple. I followed them silently from above until the carriage came to a stop outside a small semi-maintained cottage with a heavily overgrown garden. There were no buildings surrounding it, except an old unused church. The spire just close enough for my to leap to. I unfortunately misjudged the condition of the roof and fell through to a stone landing; being part gypsy - like a cat - I could easily land on my feet. I gracefully walked down the rest of the stone steps and out of the front door which was across from Valjean's new residence.
Since this place was new to the old convict, I had a brief chance to get inside without his knowledge. I considered briefly that it would only be onto the grounds rather than inside the actual property. However, this was my chance at atonement and possibly redemption. If Valjean could do it than maybe so, could I?