The air is sucked out of the room as she sits there listening to Eponine describe her relationship with Montparnasse. There's a hazy smile appearing on her lips as she can't help but imagine her own situation.

Bill was so similar. He loved her and she knew it and she saw it all the time in all of the little things he did. But he hit her and he kissed her, and something good did come out of it.

Nancy takes another long drink.


"Yeah. I know what you mean." This time, she's looking out the window, not looking at Eponine at all.