After the initial shock of their experiences had faded, everyone started comparing their experiences, raising a whole host of questions.
"You just went with him?" asked Gavroche in disbelief.
"He had an exploding arrow that almost took off my head!" Joly retorted.
"She had to drag you?" asked Marius.
"What was I supposed to do?" asked Cosette.
"They made you take a standardized test?" gasped Grantire. "The meanies!"
"I know, right?" said Gavroche.
Jehan leaned forward, out of his seat.
"I don't mean to intrude," he said the red headed lady, "but where are we going?"
"You don't need to know that yet," said the red-headed lady.
The man - Clint - turned to her. "Aw, Natasha, give him a break. Where's he going to go?"
Natasha sighed. "We're going to the helicarrier."
Jehan frowned. "The what?"
"That's all I'm going to say," Natasha said, turned back to the wheel.
Jehan sat back.
"Thanks a lot," he grumbled.
"You're welcome."
Jehan sighed. He turned to talk to Gavroche, who was sitting beside him, and did a double-take.
"What?" asked Gavroche, or rather, Gavroche's voice.
Jehan blinked. He blinked again, hard. "Um, uh, well, you see..."
"What?"
Jehan closed his eyes and took deep breath. "You might want to look in the mirror."
"Okay..."
Jehan could hear the skepticism in Gavroche's voice. Then he heard a sound that sounded like something falling against the seat.
"Bloody hell..."
Because where Gavroche should have been, there was only empty air.
"I guess that guard wasn't as dumb as I thought..."
Dun, Dun, Dun!
Sorry for the short chapter guys. Just so you know this story is going on hiatus for awhile because I want to finish the other stories on my profile first. Since this one might be the longest, I will do it last. See you!