"No, no, this isn't her handwriting. I don't know whose it is." Howard rubs one hand over the other and paces around the tunnel. "She's my friend. She's my only friend here. I have to help her..."

But he trails off, staring out at the horizon. He can tell there's probably a trap waiting. Unfortunately, the jaws of time are already closing; what if Eponine is already dead? Or suffering?

"Please, Wyatt. Tell me what to do. She's barely older than I am."