Combeferre walks home from Musain. Enjolras has talked at great length about the organizing of a communications network, and as Combeferre has had nothing to say about these technicalities, he is bored and tired.
A silver object descends from the sky. He rubs his eyes, thinking that he must be very tired indeed. It lands, unfolding legs and a gangway.
A strange being emerges, checking a clipboard.
"Michel Combeferre?"
He stares, trying to ascertain its type.
"You're an insignificant, senseless lowlife, Combeferre."
The gangway retracts, and the ship flies off as quickly as it came. Combeferre stands blinking, completely perplexed.
