This was the problem of being stuck with Orc. He was so big, so noisy and clumsy and so difficult to hide. For a moment, Eponine cursed her bad luck.

"They should make you flesh again. It is easier to hide." She said crossly. But all the same, she let him take her hand and she set out at a trudge through the fog.

"Can you see anything? Where shall we go? In Paris, it is better to walk to the outskirts when I am hiding from my Pa and the gang. They stay where the houses are."