Why the devil not? It would give them a shock to know I still have my head. Perhaps I will hear more of the damn station gossips more clearly. [Javert calls to her as he clomps to the shoe closet. Not that he doesn't pick up on the station rumors and gossip already; Javert is that particularly talented sort of individual who seems to have eyes and ears in every room. He swings the shoe closet open.

Of course, most of the shoes belong to Naomi - various pumps, the cold-weather boots he had gifted her, and other shoes of varying professionality and fanciness. His own shoes were confined to a single pair of boots, still well-shined with the care he gives them on a daily basis, a single pair of men's loafers and some fuzzy slippers that have never been worn. Javert selects the gently-worn men's loafers and slips them on.]

Where are my eye-glasses? Now that I am a veritable tourist.