A/N- Ladeda... I know I haven't updated in a while, but I've been volunteering at the old folks' home, doing last minute summer homework (my school starts Monday), and babysitting. Oh, and mowing the neighbor's lawn – I have to get to Paris somehow!

Obsetress- Frightening thought... I dunno, I guess Nina is anti-abortion... and that would kinda ruin my plot. But it's a thought. Hope you had fun at camp.

nebulia- Nina should have a conversation with some of you guys. Lemme see... she doesn't want go on with the show because... er... she's afraid what people will think of her and/or Mark if she shows up pregnant. Yeah, that's it.

elenlaurelin- You're aren't dense! I'm really... what's the word... ugh I don't remember. Anyway, I never come right out and say things going on, I just hint a lot and assume people will pick up on it. Basically, she's pregnant with Scott's child. Scary, huh?

Danica Enjolras- Angst is so much fun! Hehehe... I think my new ficlet is a little angsty... maybe it's just sad. The new one in Les Petites. You're sniffling, crying, and saying 'MEEP' and 'GAH'. Are these good things?

Lola Pennington- Thank you very much. It's been bothering me lately that I don't go in depth enough... and I keep skirting around what I want to say... Yeah, I tend to try to say scandalous things like a nun would. (That's an interesting thought.) Scandalous! That was the word for this story...

The Greenwitch, Fae- That's it! I thank you muchly! I knew there was something I wasn't getting quite right in this story. Okay, going in depth... that's the new assignment. Thanks so much. Yeah, The New Production is... interesting, if nothing else.

Scott left his alley, looking for food.

It was getting dark.

He didn't know where he was going. All he knew was that he had nothing to eat.

Avoiding well-lit streets, he slunk through the shadows, ducking into an alley at any sign of noise.

The door of an apartment building flew open and a girl rushed out. Scott flattened himself against a wall.

Her tear-streaked face was illuminated by the streetlights as she looked right and left, then hurried down the sidewalk in the opposite direction.

There was something about her... Scott followed the girl silently.

She stopped at another apartment building a few blocks later and reached for the door, but stopped. Her fingers lighted on the doorknob as she shook her head. "I can't..."

Scott's eyes widened. He knew her! She... it was her fault, somehow – her fault that he was here. Yet a wave of guilt hit him as she stepped back from the door and began to cry again. Once more Scott followed her as she hurried away.

The sidewalk ended at a park, but the girl continued on almost blindly. She didn't slow until she reached the little river.

There was a curved bridge there. Its wood had been red long ago, but the paint was chipping away and kids had carved and written their names all over the short railings.

The girl stood at the highest point of the bridge and gazed into the shadowy water. Scott knelt into the bushes nearby, watching her. Why had she come here? More importantly, why had he followed her?

The girl stood completely still for a long time. Scott watched her for a long time, trying to remember who she was. However, his mind began to wonder and he found himself watching the little river. It looked deep under the bridge... A breeze swept the little park; a swing creaked and the bushes began to rustle. The girl's hair blew to one side, and she jerkily brushed a bit out of her face.

Scott had expected her to go back to staring at the water, but she surprised him. She put one leg over the little railing as though she would stand on the narrow ledge on the other side.

Something about this scene was bothering Scott. It was as if he had seen it all before.

The girl's hand went to her stomach, and she slowly stepped back from the railing and looked at her watch. She gasped and began to run in the direction from which they had come.

Scott waited until she was out of sight before he climbed onto the bridge himself. Why did this seem so familiar?

He listened to the sound of rushing water below him and realized that he was hearing music in his mind – music that seemed to go with that sound.

/I am reaching, but I fall... /

The bridge!

It all came rushing back to him.

The show! He was Marius! How long had he been gone? Did they need him? Should he go there tonight?

Scott took one step in the direction of the theater, then stopped. He couldn't go back there... He had...

The tears on that girl's cheeks... the way she had nearly thrown herself into the water below... It was his fault. Everything was his fault.

Scott stared at the river rushing under him.

"Nina..." he whispered. "Oh my God... what have I done?"