Howard shrieks as Eponine's head flops in his lap, as a spray of blood from her scalp covers his face and neck. She lands with her face to the side, showing him her eyes aren't closed, that the blood vessels in the one facing upwards have popped and left her eyes a demonic red. Her mouth is slightly open, as if to say, 'oh...'.

It takes a second for him to tear his eyes away from her to look at what actually hit her. It's a man he doesn't know, someone with a metal rod. "Please don't kill me! Please!"

Howard grabs Eponine's wrist, bolts up, drags her about five inches and then drops her. She was trying to kill him, he thinks. She's not his friend. She's already dead. What's he going to do with a dead body? But he's so loath to leave her. He falls back, a little out of Lindsey's hitting range.