Eponine stood shakily, almost sickeningly healthy which suprised her more than anything, what she was about to say would have made her seem crazy to anyone else but the blonde had just told her it was 2006. That was two centuries from what she knew. So maybe her words wouldn't be insane.
"I was shot" she said confusedly "In the Rue DeVillette, I was bringing a letter to...to..."
He would be dead then wouldn't he. She nearly collappsed again at the thought of it. 2006. 2006, the numbers seemed to swim around in her head at the thought of it. And America??
"...I...know this isn't what I'm used to, so two hundred years its not completely strange but how did I come to be here. And who are you that knows so much"