Cosette and Eponine waited. The revolutionary jumped to his feet and crossed his arms and yelled, "Shoot me again!"

"Pardon," Eponine gasped at him, "but has anyone ever told you that you are angelically beautiful and have the face of a woman and the smile of youth on your cherry lips?" Then she paused. "Or was that 'Parnasse?" Eponine shrugged and looked at the newcomer. "Who are you?"

"I'm Enjolras," Enjolras stated rather proudly. Before he could strike a dramatic pose or something of that sort, Eponine interrupted him.

"Do you have a first name?" Enjolras seemed touchy about the matter, and simply glared one of those famous glares in her general direction. Eponine and Cosette shrunk a bit backwards.

"'Ponine, is he one of those suicidal ones? From those death groups you were telling me about?" Cosette asked, wringing her hands nervously in an attempt to keep her mind off of Marius.

"Nah," Eponine said, looking at him. "He's only semi-suicidal. See, he asked someone else to shoot him." She looked up at the blonde revolutionary and frowned.

"Well, who would a normally suicidal person---," Cosette began, but was cut off by a far off yell that was growing nearer and nearer. It was coming from the sky. "Oh no…" she mumbled.

"By the looks of it, I'd say he's a true suicide death," Eponine said, looking at the dot that was growing larger and larger. "It'll hurt when he hits the street, that's for sure." The three characters had clumped together and had their heads tilted back to watch the scene.

And then that SMACK came again as the man collided with the pavement. Cosette winced. Eponine expected there to be another long silence, but to her surprise Enjolras yelled out, "Hey! You're Inspector Javert!" Sure enough, when the newest victim to the authoress's wrath lifted his head, it was Javert.

"I hate that," Javert sighed, earning a few odd looks from the group of Mizzies that had collected in New York by now. Enjolras gave him a weird stare and raised an eyebrow.

"Crazy," he muttered. Javert growled but Enjolras stopped him with a glare of doom.

Cosette was eying Javert and Enjolras when suddenly a sharp yell came from above them and she whipped around to see a man fall face-first into the street behind them. She gasped and ran over to the man quickly.

"Marius!" she gasped, "Marius, are you okay?" She lifted Marius's head and sighed in relief as he blinked up at her through his black locks.

"Cosette? Cosette, where are we?" he asked, and then screamed as he turned his head to see the ghosts of the past. "Oh, no! Oh, Enjolras, my friend's friend, can you ever forgive me? Give me a sign! Leave me, these horrible visions!"

Cosette sighed. " He's having barricade hallucinations again. Someone, help me over here, please."

Eponine ran over. "Get out of, Marius. Javert is the one on crack, not you."

Javert snarled. "They only mentioned it once!"

Eponine laughed. "Or did they?"

Cosette coughed loudly and Marius looked around. "No, seriously, where are we?"

"Ask Eponine, she seems to be all-knowing," Cosette said, relieved that Marius had snapped out of it and was excepting these odd terms.

"We're in New York City, and the date is October 24th, 2006. The temperature is---," Eponine began, but stopped when everyone was looking at her strangely. She pointed towards a flashing sign that was now reading "10/24/2006". She growled in frustration and yelled, "Why doesn't anyone ever believe me when I say I can read and write?"

This shut everyone up long enough for them to hear the voice of a little boy singing, gradually growing louder and louder…

"Je suis tombe' par terre, C'est la faute a' Voltaire…"