"Urgh." Eponine groaned as she began to regain consciousness. What had happened? Was she dead? But no - she was cold and she could feel the sand. Her head hurt - and it hurt all the more when she actually forced her eyes open, forced her head to turn in the direction of the voice.

The monster was still there. The monster who had tried to kill her. Whom Parker had saved her from. Parker.

Whom the monster was about too kill instead. That made Eponine sit up quickly, and she almost keeled back over, so dizzy was she. But she blinked, forced air into her lungs, forced herself to stay awake. And slowly, she rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled to Don. And slowly, carefully, she put her tiny, skinny hands into the gap in the shell that Parker had created and she twisted