Whilst Eva had been gone, Eponine had fallen once more into her fitful dose. Still half drunk, she dreamed lucidly. Or perhaps they were the hallucinations that this arena seemed to project to her - Eponine couldn't tell. But whilst she had held Sigma's hand, brushing the soft wrinkles on the one side, and the metal on the other. He had sewn her leg. She could touch him. In this world where Howard peeped in at her, and Alex opened his mouth to silently condemn her for leaving him to the sandworm, and Cosette and Marius kissed passionately in front of her, Eponine concluded that Eva too, had not been real. She couldn't have been real. It was just a hallucination, or a dream.

So Eponine didn't immediately place Eva's voice when she heard it. Rather, she doesn't try to move from where she lies in the cave amidst vomit and bloodied rags. She doesn't try to waken Sigma. Instead, she just calls out.

"Leave us alone. GO AWAY! You're not real!"