The day had passed in something of a blur. Javert was faintly aware of having slept in; his nurse said something about his being ill, and he vaguely recalled being too tired to move for the better part of the day. No doubt she thought his age was catching up to him, or something similarly idiotic. He'd never been ill a day in his life, and as for the question of age...

He sat up. His dinner was going cold--had gone cold--on his desk, but he ate it anyway. No plans for tonight; no idea if Search and Rescue had been discontinued. It appeared he'd be on his own for the evening. Well, that was all right, as far as he was concerned.