[Jean Valjean quickly discovers that the calamity unfolding before his eyes is another illusion. The street down which he walks melds almost seamlessly into the rain-soaked alleyway of a bygone time and place, and he need watch for but a moment before deciding to intervene. Yet his words fall on deaf ears, and none so much as turns his gaze upon him in his approach.]
I asked, what is happening here?
[He asks once more, turning out of old habit to the imposing tone he had once employed as manager and mayor, yet receives no answer. It is then that he sees the familiar face through the peculiar hole in the brick.]
Madame Lutece!
[Yet her features belong to a younger woman, and even when her eyes fall upon him she does not appear to see him. Her frantic expression is adopted by his own features as he grows more bewildered by the scene.]
B.
I asked, what is happening here?
[He asks once more, turning out of old habit to the imposing tone he had once employed as manager and mayor, yet receives no answer. It is then that he sees the familiar face through the peculiar hole in the brick.]
Madame Lutece!
[Yet her features belong to a younger woman, and even when her eyes fall upon him she does not appear to see him. Her frantic expression is adopted by his own features as he grows more bewildered by the scene.]