Justine's voice sounds like it's so very far away to Eponine. All she can hear is the pounding in her ears, the blood, her blood, reminding her that she is still alive, still living this wretched life another second, another minute, whilst the person she's cared about more than anyone ever before might be - No.

It takes a second for Justine's voice to register, longer for Eponine to slow down and stop and turn and focus on - on -

"Miss?" She asks, dazed. "Miss, what is it that has happened? Do you know where Eva is?"