It was too early to tell whether Ema Skye's offer of assistance stemmed from her own experimental session or a misguided sense of duty where there was none. It mattered little to him. He knew the feeling of restlessness, the desire to act rather than to sit quietly by; it affected him more than he cared to admit. Besides, Search and Rescue was doing poorly enough these days that he was loath to refuse help in any form.

Perhaps Badd had been right; perhaps he was going in circles. Javert ruthlessly quashed that thought and turned to his dinner. They would do their job properly tonight, and he would think no more on the subject.