"Ooh, no…" Eponine mumbled.

Marius looked at her. "Eh?"

"That's my brother…"

"You mean he's your brother?" Marius asked, scratching his head.

"Yes…I told you when I was dying in your arms!" Eponine exclaimed. "Were you not listening?"

"Oh, that. I was thinking about Cosette." Marius said, looking at the clouds. "The fact that I rescued him and all that because I knew he was your father's son is completely irrelevant."

"That's all you ever think about! 'Cosette this! Cosette that!'" Eponine shrieked, stomping her bare feet on the pavement, and started to walk off.

"What? Where are you going?"

"I'm complicated!" She yelled back, and walked over to Enjolras. "I'm with Tacky-Vest-No-First-Name-Boy now!"

As soon as she said this she fell to the ground, covering her ears. All around, her time-traveling companions were doing the same as they heard the joyful screams of the EppiexEnjy shippers (and the angry screams of the EppiexMarius shippers). They all cowered on the ground for several minutes until the last of the ear-piercing shrieks had died away.

Enjolras stood up, brushed his vest off, and looked at the young girl who had caused the noise and scooted away, ever so slowly.

"Didn't we forget someone?" Cosette asked Marius. As if on cue, Gavroche popped out of nowhere in all of his dirty, I'm-Suddenly-Going-to-Appear-When-it-Suits-Me glory.

"I hate you, you know," Javert simply said, glaring at Gavroche.

"Yeah, I know." The gamin looked around. "And since when are you and smooth-face together?" he asked his sister, receiving no reply from her, as she was gazing up at the leader of the barricade boys and not listening.

Suddenly, a loud squeal filled the area and two girls with playbills and markers in their hands rushed up. "Oh my GAWD! Its them!" the girl on the left shrieked. "You looked so different on stage! Ooh, will you sign this! And then," she handed the other girl a camera, "can I get my picture will you?" she asked Enjolras quickly. She shoved the permanent marker into his hands with the playbill.

"Ma'am…" Enjolras stuttered, looking at the picture of Cosette which already had a large squiggle that he couldn't read covering her neck. He put the pen down and signed 'Enjolras', shaking the strange device as he held it, not used to it.

"OH MAH GAWD! THANK YOU!" she yelled in Caps Lock. "NOW GET MAH PICTURE! WILL YOU MARRY ME?" And the camera was shoved into Enjolras's face and he was blinded by a flash of light.

The fangirls didn't seem to notice that if they had been the actors and actresses, they wouldn't have been in costume. And that they wouldn't be in the middle of nowhere, NYC. But these are fangirls we're talking about.

"That…was an experience I never was to repeat. That means one thing," Enjolras announced.

Eponine looked up at him in respect. "What?"

"We need disguises."

Be afraid. Be very, very afraid.

Whoever can guess who's signature was already on the playbill wins the internet.