The creature trapped in the portal fixes Javert with all of those eyes. Images flood his mind - of people collapsing in the streets, clutching at their empty bellies. Of the turbulent waters of the Seine, all surroundings as black as pitch. Of dear friends here in Beacon rotting where they stand fighting, flesh blackening and falling off their bones.

For the next month, any time Javert feels tired, any time he wants to rest, his sleep is interrupted. Those blackened bones reach into his mind, grab him and shake him awake. Their empty sockets peer into his eyes - until he opens them, and they are gone. Struck with insomnia, Javert will not get any sleep at all until mid-August when finally he is able to rest.