Courfeyrac

Courfeyrac slept long, and without moving much. It felt so good to be clean, and lying flat, after so many hours at the whim of adrenaline, and rain, and only stones to rest on. But here he is with a friend, and there was food and clean clothes, and then water that ran hot out of taps....truly, a remarkable thing. He was thinking about it when he lay down, and then he was gone.

Now, it is morning. He wakes slowly, disconcerted. The energy from the night before, finding himself dead and yet strangely alive - it is gone. He lies still, trying to collect his thoughts. But they do not move much further than Enjolras, and Bossuet, and Gavroche. 

And everyone else, who is not here. Them too.