Everyone Has Their Time

Dr. Hayden is running a high fever. Eponine has been doing her best, with her herbs and her sorcery, but it's no good. We'll be digging his grave before dawn at this rate. If there's time, I'd like to have a round with Eponine, and I'm sure I'm not the only one. Well, let 'em try and stand in my way! Life is short, after all. And those goddamn monsters from the sea are coming down on us hard. Justin's lot are still trying to fix that crappy old rowboat. That thing saved our lives a few years ago. From Harborside to here, how long has it been? Seven years? Or is it eight? I thought we'd be able to keep struggling on like this forever. But, I guess not. Death catches up to everyone in the end.