So..... this is a year and a few months later. My case is finally in the court. Being the emigrant that I am, and there being a law that says, all emigratns are to be put on the guilotine. Even though the law was put in place after I arrived in France, it doesn't seem to matter. Even the crowd agrees. I defend myself telling them that I have been living in England and that I married an English lady. When they ask me who it was that I married, I tell them that she was Lucie Manette, the daughter of Doctor Manette. They ask me why I decided to return to France if my life was in England. I respond by saying that I had a moral obligation to return, which was to save somebody's life. The crowd then changes their mind, demanding that I be set free immediately. I am carried out of the courtroom on the crowd's back cheering, "Long Live The Republic."