After listening to a short loop of the rather repetitive music, the fortune teller shifts to stare directly at Javert with bloodied, vacant eyes. It takes him in before its jaw unhinges, clearly a result of a broken mechanism that would usually make the mouth move. A mechanical voice delivers his fortune:

No longer are you troubled by the heat of summer. That coldness inside of you shall only grow. For any relief, you will need to find the warmth of companionship.

Javert will find that he will slowly grow colder and colder, to the point of shivering. The only relief seems to be spending time with others, which makes the cold bearable. Touching someone else will make fight the cold away completely. If he abstains, it won't kill him — but he'll be pretty miserable, unable to warm himself with any conventional means. These effects will last for one week.