PART II
::Interchapter::
The door to Marius's new hut was ajar, letting the air flow in. The only window in his small hut was bolted shut. Since he had left Paris, things had gone from bad to worse. He had spent what little money he had, and that wasn't much. He wondered what Cosette was doing.
Most likely she was furious with him, but he didn't want to think about that. He also assumed that they had lost the battle. Enjolras was probably dead. Then it dawned on him. Why had he been mad? Over a stupid comment, and a woman.
Those were two things that should have been last on his mind. Marius shivered. He hadn't slept or eaten since yesterday, and now he was overwhelmed with guilt and grief. His best friend was dead, and Cosette hated him. Marius shook his head. Possibly things turned out differently, but it was unlikely. He stood up and left the hut. The air was cold outside, and he shivered more. Where would he go?
He didn't know his way around Montrouge. Nor did he know anyone there. He was already starting to get dark glances from the few people he DID see.
Marius slouched and hung his head. If life was going to be like this from now on, was it worth living?
The carriage stopped. "Excuse me?' Enjolras tapped the driver. "Where are we?" He asked. The driver rolled his eyes and turned around.
"It's your lucky day, MONSIEUR." He said sarcastically. "You're in Montrouge. Take it or leave it." Enjolras smiled a bit too sweetly, and helped the women off the carriage.
"Let me walk." Whispered Eponine. Enjolras looked hesitant, but put her down and let her lean on his shoulder. Cosette looked after the cab and sighed.
"I hate to ruin the mood, but we're stuck in a place we know nothing about, with no food, shelter, and by the looks of it, no money."
Enjolras frowned. "That's entirely true. I brought enough money to buy food for a short while, but that's it. We'll have to make do with what we have." Cosette nodded.
Now," He continued. "I suggest we find somewhere to stay for the night." They began their search.