"Where are we?" asked Jehan.
"Who are you?" asked Courfeyrac.
"Where's Cosette?" asked Marius.
"Where's the alcohol?" asked Grantiare. Another awkward silence followed that question.
"Ok......" said Melanie.
"We have more questions," Enjolras told her. "Can we get back to France?"
"Does my tongue look weird to you?" asked Joly.
"How do you know who we are?" Combeferre asked. Suddenly all of Les Amis fell silent. None of them had thought about that.
"Yes. How do you?" Enjolras demanded.
"Answer all our questions!" demanded Feuilly.
"Let's see.......You're in the United States of America......."
"America?" asked Enjolras. That's across the Atlantic! Wow. Is it really this different?"he asked observing his surroundings.
"It's 2004."
"Wow."
"Yeah. So, My name is Melanie, Sirius, Frodo, Jean Valjean............."
"Wait. He's Cosette's dad," Marius told them.
"You're confused. Poor Marius. Just call me Melanie." She turned to Marius. "Cosette is most likely back at Rue Plumet in 1832 with Valjean." she turned to Grantiare. "I don't know where the alcohol is. There is a liquor store up the street." Grantiare got up, but Enjolras caught the back of his shirt and pulled him back down. "I have no clue if you can get back to France." She turned to Joly. "Your tongue looks fine."
"What about my question?" asked Combeferre.
"And that was?" asked Melanie, pretending that she forgot it.
"How do you know who we are?"
Melanie let out a long breath of air. "In my world, the one you're in right now, there are books....."
"There are books where we come from also," Combeferre informed her.
"I know. In the past, the 1800's to be exact, there was a man named Victor Hugo. He wrote a book about the Student Uprisings of 1832."
"1832? But that's when- " Exclaimed Enjolras.
"I know. Let me finish. He also wrote many other books, but the one you should be interested in is called Les Miserables. That was the one about the student uprisings. You were all characters in that book." More awkward silence. "Then it was made into a musical and- "
"Shut up!" Enjolras ordered.
"You can't talk to me that way!" Melanie told her. Enjolras stared at her.
"And why not?" Melanie fell silent.
"It's like something out of a show that will be in the future (or I guess right now) that will be really creepy, and hosted by Rod Serling." Said Marius.
"Will this show also be about twilight, zones, and appear on a small electronic square?" asked Courfeyrac sarcastically.
"Yes. Why?"
"Marius is a seer! RUN!" Melanie cried. Les Amis stared at her. "Never mind......."she muttered.
"So we're stuck in the 21st century, without a way to get back, and we're just fictional characters written by a guy called Victor Hugo?" asked Grantiare.
"Yes. Is that alright?" Melanie said.
" Just wanted to make sure I had everything right."
"You do."
"What are we going to do?" Combeferre asked. All heads snapped in Enjolras' direction.
"Don't look at me!" he exclaimed. "I can plan revolutions, but this Victor Hugo guy never made me able to make a rip in the time-space continuum!"
"I guess I could just keep you up in my attic."
A/N: Now I want to watch Twilight Zone episodes. The next chapter shall include the return of Pete!
