(a/n: I DON'T CARE IF THEY DON'T TALK LIKE NORMAL 19TH CENTURY FRENCH PEOPLE! Ok, enjoy.

:Enjorlas:

Eponine was still asleep when there was a knock on the door. Enjolras stood and opened the door cautiously, careful not to wake her. A small boy stood outside, holding two letters in his hand.

"Oy sir! I've been instructed to give you these." He held out the letters. Enjolras took them and dug into his pocket for a coin. He placed in the boy's palm. "Thank you!" The child's face lit up at the sight of money, and Enjolras smiled as he ran off down the street. When the door was closed, Enjolras opened the first letter.

It read:

Monsieur Enjolras,

I'm sure you do not know of me, but I had heard much of you from my late brother, Pierre. Although his death was many months ago, I would like to inform you of all that has happened, as I'm sure you haven't heard. I was also informed that Eponine was a good friend of a woman named Kate, and I ask that she may see this as well. Kate's child has survived, and now she is living with Pierre's widow, Adrienne, who has kindly accepted to raise it as her own. The child's name is Aimee, and she and Adrienne are living with me for the time being. If you ever feel the need to visit, please send letter by way of the address on the front of the envelope. I hope all is well with you and Eponine.

Sincerely,

Mathilde C.

Enjolras put down the letter and opened the next one. Inside was a piece of parchment paper and a fairly large amount of bills. He quickly opened the letter and scanned through it. It was from Cosette, at last. He walked over to Eponine and shook her awake.

"What?" She said groggily, rubbing her eyes.

"Cosette sent us the money for a carriage ride back to Paris!" He told her excitedly. Eponine's face lit up. She sat up and embraced Enjolras tightly, catching him off guard. For a split second he wondered if everything was back to normal. Then, suddenly, she released him, and he felt the same unfamiliar tension build up between them again.

"Well we should go get a carriage then!" She announced, standing up. "I hardly think we'll be needing to pack anything." She scanned the room. "We'll just have to tell the détenteur that we'll be leaving, and that he can rent it out to someone else."

"I'll go do that now, he should be in his house at this hour." Enjolras exited the cabin with a flourish and closed the door behind him. A few minutes later he re-entered.

"We are free to go." He announced, and the two exited the house forever.

Just as night had begun to fall, a rusty old carriage pulled up in front of the empty house. An old, disheveled man smelling of strong alcohol got out and fiddled with the key in his hand.

"Awright." He slurred. "Everyone in, s'almost dark." He unlocked the door and three other men made their way inside, each more horrid looking than the next. The leader lit a small oil lamp and each man emptied the contents of his pockets onto the table. Various shiny trinkets were sprawled across the wood, the earnings of a day's work, it would seem. Just then there came a timid knock at the door, and the old man hastily pushed all the valuables into a cloth sack that he shoved into the remains of a tattered overcoat.

"Oo's there?" He barked gruffly.

"Postboy sir, I was asked to give you this letter." The man shuffled to the door and greeted the small boy with a sour look. "Are you related to Monsieur Enjolras?" The boy asked suspiciously.

"Whatsit to you boy?" The man spat.

"This is a letter for him." The boy held out the letter.

"Does it have money in it, child?" He cleared his throat.

"Seems quite heavy, sir." The boy observed.

"I'll make sure Monsieur…"

"Enjolras." The boy said smugly.

"Right. Him. I'll make sure he gets it. Thank you." The boy stood still, an expectant look on his face.

"GET OUT BOY!" The old man yelled, sending the boy running off as fast as his legs would take him. The man laughed and opened the letter with his yellowed teeth. A thick wad of bills fell at his feet, and he and his cohorts laughed from the pit of their stomachs. Slowly and methodically, the man read the letter to the group of bloodthirsty thieves:

Enjolras and Eponine,

I'm truly sorry it took us so long to send this money to you, but I think this should be enough to get you to Paris and whatever else you need along the way. Here is our address in case you have forgotten, and Cosette and I look forward to your arrival.

-Marius.

Beneath this was an exact address. The man looked it over.

"Well, aint the world a remarkable place."He muttered. He motioned for the others to follow him, and silently they made their way back to the rusty old carriage, and out of sight.

a/n: HAHAHAH cliffie! Don't worry, more soon