Fandom reminded Éponine of home a great deal, and that was particularly true late at night when everything out of range of the street lamps was just a jumble of featureless, indistinguishable shapes. That made it easy, on nights like tonight when it was already too easy to fall prey to her own thoughts, to get lost in memories . . . and the ( Read more... )

Éponine had hung back and waited outside the Portalocity office for a few minutes after watching the conversation that had taken place, and after Kennedy left the building. She didn't like how that encounter had looked from her vantage point across the street; she couldn't hear from there, of course, but Kennedy's body language was unmistakable ( Read more... )

( This was far from the first time Éponine had ever slipped away from some strange place in the middle of the night. )