"There's a grief that can't be spoken," sang Michael Ball on Kat's CD player.

"There's a pain goes on and on," she took a sip of Mountain Dew. "Empty chairs at empty tables. Now my friends are dead and gone." A car pulled up that looked suspiciously like Melanie's. Kat wasn't surprised though. Random cars were always pulling up in the space in front of her house, because her family didn't use it. Melanie got out of the car.

"Melanie?" Kat said, amazed. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I have a present for you," Melanie told her.

"Oh! A present!" Kat was excited.

"Eight presents."

"Eight!" Kat was surprised. "What's the occasion?" Melanie wouldn't give her eight presents without a reason.

"They were getting on my nerves."

"The presents were annoying you?" Melanie opened the back door.

"May I introduce Marius, Enjolras, Grantiare, Combeferre, Courfeyrac, Joly, Jean Prouvaire, and Fueilly?"

Kat blinked a few times as Les Amis got out of Melanie's car.

"Kat?"

"Why......." Kat found her voice. "Why........Why......."

"Here we go again," muttered Combeferre.

"Why the hell are you getting rid of Les Amis de l'ABC?" Kat was astonished. If she had Les Amis de l'ABC, she wouldn't give them away. She might sell them, but she wouldn't give them away.

"They were annoying me," Melanie answered.

"So I can have them?"

"Yes."

"They're the real Les Amis? I'm not dreaming?" she pinched herself. "No I'm not. Wow. Les Amis? Wow."

"What're you drinking?" Grantiare asked her.

Kat looked at the bottle of Mountain Dew. "Mountain Dew," she told him.

"It looks like absinthe," he told her.

"They're your problem now," Melanie told Kat. She got into the car and drove away.

"I don't remember Melanie being able to drive. What the hell! I've got Les Amis," Kat did a victory dance.

"Can I have some?" Enjolras asked.

"Some what?"

"Mountain Dew."

"Me too!" Grantiare cried.

"Anyone else?" Kat asked. The other Amis shook their heads. "Ok." She darted inside. Les Amis followed her. They sat down on Kat's sofa.

"AHHHHHH!" Joly screamed. Kat returned from the kitchen with two bottles of Mountain Dew.

"Joly, why are you screaming?" she asked him.

"DOG HAIR!" He presented her with a chunk of brown fur.

"Actually it's Louisiana Swamp Monster hair." She told him throwing the Mountain Dew bottles to Grantiare and Enjolras. Grantiare's exploded on him. Kat pointed and laughed. "Let's all point at Grantiare and laugh!" she pointed at Grantiare. Les Amis followed.

"You're mean," Grantiare pouted.

"Mine didn't exploded," complained Enjolras. "Is it broken?"

Kat laughed harder. "It's not supposed to explode!"

"Does that mean Grantiare's is broken?"

"Yes."

Enjolras pointed at Grantiare and laughed.

"Who's Louise C. Ana?" Marius asked.

Kat laughed harder. "Louie.......Louisiana.......is a........a state," she managed.

"Ooooooooooh." Marius thought. "Why does it get it's own Swamp Monster?"

"Because Honey Island's cursed." Kat shrugged. "Actually it's a French Werewolf."

"Is your house in Louisiana?" Marius asked.

"I wish," said Kat. "Unfortunately we're in Maryland. Home of cold winters and dry summers."

"You don't like it here do you?" Marius said.

"How did you know?" Kat asked. Marius shrugged.

"Why do you have a Louisiana Swamp Monster in your house if you're in Maryland?" Marius was confused.

"I stole him," Kat confessed.

"Where does it live?" asked Joly. "I might be allergic to it."

"He's called Pete." Les Amis blinked a couple times. "He lives in the attic."

"Is he like Guenevere?" asked a hopeful Courfeyrac.

"No," Kat told him. "He doesn't like strangers, so if you go into the attic, be prepared to suffer a horrific death."

An awkward silence filled the room.

"Horrific death," Fueilly committed that term to memory.

"It's to quiet," Kat said. She didn't like silence. "Let's put on some music"

A/N: This chapter has been brought to you by: Mountain Dew!