A/N: Marius is now at home. Marius now loves Lily. Emma now hates Kat. Kat has managed to continue referring to herself in the 3rd person.

"Enjy-poo!" screamed Marius as he entered the house. Kat screamed as well. The house looked like a tornado had hit it. There was a large coffee stain on the rug. The walls were tinted green and smelled like absinthe. The ceiling tiles from her bedroom littered the floor. As she entered the kitchen, she found it overly cleaned, and smelling of lemon cleaning products. She went into the basement where she found empty bottles of absinthe, abandoned mugs of coffee, and Les Amis.

Enjolras was forcing cup after cup of hot coffee down his throat. Grantiare had somehow managed to get some absinthe. By some, I mean about 42 cases. Combeferre, for some unexplained reason, was reading Kat's American Past textbook. Courfeyrac was going through Kat's yearbook, trying to see if there were any girls worth dating. Joly was having a coughing fit. Jean Prouvaire was reading Kat's poetry book. Fueilly was staring at the ceiling, disappointed that there were no tiles to count.

"What the hell have you been doing?" Kat demanded of Les Amis. They all began talking at once.

"Lemme find Lily!" Marius screamed trying to snatch the yearbook from Courfeyrac.

"No way! I was looking at Lauren!" Courfeyrac snatched it back from Marius.

"Lily!"

"Lauren!"

"LILY!"

"LAUREN!"

"CAFFEINE!" screamed Enjolras.

"ALCOHOL!" argued Grantiare.

"CAFFEINE!"

"ALCOHOL!"

"CAFFEINE!"

"ALCOHOL!"

"SHUT UP!" yelled Combeferre, who couldn't concentrate on Kat's American Past book. Les Amis fell silent for a moment. Joly coughed. Les Amis continued arguing.

"SHUT UP!" yelled both Combeferre and Jehan. No one paid any attention to them. They took their books upstairs. Fueilly followed to find some ceiling tiles. Kat screamed. If anyone reading this has heard Kat's serious scream, then you've got some idea what the poor Amis heard. They fell silent.

"Thank you," she said. "Now, everyone, sit down and shut up." They did so. Another scream was heard.

"Goddamitt Kat!" yelled Grantiare. "You don't have to scream again!"

"That wasn't me," Kat told them. She started up the stairs, but was pushed aside by Enjolras, who was followed by Les Amis. She pulled herself up and followed them.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" cried Joly.

"What is it?" asked Kat as she found them. Les Amis were all sitting by the attic door, and most of them were sobbing.

"Fueilly, my love," sobbed Joly.

"Since when is Fueilly your love?" Kat asked.

"He always was! I.....I just never told him!" sobbed Joly.

"It's alright," said Enjolras, giving Joly a hug.

"EEW!" said Joly. "You're covered in revolutionary germs!"

"Wait," said Kat. "Joly, why are you speaking about Fueilly in the past tense?"

"Because he's dead!"

"WHAT?"

"He's dead. No longer alive," Joly told her.

"I know! How did he die?"

"Your Swamp Monster ate him."