Okay, I guess it turned into "the day after tomorrow" instead of tomorrow itself, but here it is:
Eponine noticed the ominous tone in Erik's voice. "I...I should find my sister," she said.
"Very well." Erik smiled. "You find her, and I'll see what employers might be up to snuff." That is, frighten them into accepting her.
Eponine went in the other direction, scurrying toward where she'd last encountered her sister.
Erik wandered until he found himself in a commercial district, walking around through the shops. Maybe one of them could use a clerk or something... He looked between the rows of shops until he found the most enticing... ah, a nice little music shop, with displays of well-crafted violins and shelves of sheet music, but none of it well-organized. They could use another worker. And they'll take another worker! He slipped through the door silently, peered around, then segued to a man in an office behind the desk, going through papers; perhaps this was the owner. Loudly and abruptly, Erik cleared his throat.
The man started and looked up, adjusting his glasses. He looked at Erik curiously. "May I help you...erm...sir?"
"Yes, or rather you could help a... cousin of mine." Erik stepped forward so that he was half in the light, imposing, with the hint of the terrible deformities just under his mask. "She needs a job. You can provide it."
The shopkeeper seemed unimpressed at first, but then he said, "Can I, now? Who is this cousin?"
"She's a diligent young woman. She'll be just right for your shop." Erik edged towards the man. "You need to hire her, don't you?"
The shopkeeper stuttered a bit as he said, "I...I could use an employee...but I have no way of knowing if she's right for the job."
"She is... but just to be sure, I will take her here this evening. You will be there to greet her." Erik slipped through the door of the office, then out of the building.
There was a silence. "...I need to get my glasses replaced," the man mumbled.
Erik went off to find some more food, softly humming "la ci darem la mano" to himself.
While he was walking, two raggedy girls past him, faces down. One was looking at the other strangely, as if she were frightening. "You've lost your head," she said. He recognized the other instantly. He stopped, then turned around to trail them, unseen.
"You know well that I lost it long before this...ain't making this up..." Eponine said in her scratchy convict's voice.
"But shadows feeding you?" the other asked.
"I'm not joking!"
Erik scowled.
Why would you not believe the words
Of a woman so worthy, no
Listen to me, for I am here
Eponine jumped and pointed toward the noise. "Hear? I told you!"
The other girl, who he supposed was her sister, turned toward him. "Show yourself!"
"Don't try it, he won't, trust me," Eponine said, looking back at him. "This is Azelma."
Erik shifted from song to speech. "Eponine, you now have an appointment about a job."
"Wha?" Azelma breathed. "Eponine?"
Eponine looked over at her. "Well..."
"I—I need to go. Both of us are hearing things, we're so hungry," Azelma said, glancing back at Erik, and walking out of the alleyway.
"What's the job?" Eponine asked.
"I'll show you." Erik led her along the streets, that at last pointed to the little music store.
She smiled ruefully and looked down at her attire, then saying. "Okay..."
Erik watched worriedly. "Is something wrong?"
"They won't accept me—I'm a mess." Eponine frowned. "Perhaps a factory..." she mused sadly.
"No, they'll accept you! And you're too good for a factory!" He took her hand again, gently. "Come on, if you're worried that you're a mess, well, we'll just find someplace to clean you up."
She didn't protest, though she was convinced that nothing he could do could help.
"First I need to get some money," he muttered to himself. "Um, I'll be right back." He darted off for a little more theft.
While he was gone, Eponine looked around for her sister without success.
Erik took a long time in returning, as much as an hour. When he finally did, he found her shivering in an alleyway, half asleep. He knelt beside her and sang softly, starting with soothing tunes, turning into happy, joyous melodies.
She woke up slowly, still shivering, and looked in his direction. "You have a real nice voice," she said tiredly, standing up.
"Well, I am the Angel of Music." He handed her a satchel of money. "Here, buy yourself whatever you think will help tidy you up a little." He didn't mention the little run-in with the law that he'd had at the bank.
Eponine looked down at the satchel in awe; she'd never had so much money in her possession. She could just abandon this Angel and use the money for something else, couldn't she? But what else would she use it for, but to clean herself up? "Thank you," she said, feeling uncomfortable with all that money, but confident at the same time. She'd finally have actual, suitable clothing for once. "Is it...okay if I share with my sister?" she asked.
"Yes, of course." Erik nodded vehemently. "Do whatever you want with it. It's yours now."
Eponine nodded slowly, not completely absorbing that the money was all hers. "I'll be back, then," she said, walking off nervously, to find her sister.
"I'll wait here!" Erik called after her. He could be patient.