On a night of your choosing, when Javert is alone, he will feel a soft wind at his face, regardless of whether he is outdoors.

"My pet," a voice whispers at his ear, "You have devoted so much to me."

Javert will feel a soft touch at his shoulders, the embrace of the enveloping fog. "It is such a rare treat to see one give so much to ensure the freedom of my children."

The fog starts to fade, though, and the receding voice tells him, "You can help them even more now..."