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Cosette awoke abruptly that morning.

"Wake up!", yelled Madame Thérnadier, "It's Christmas Eve and there's plenty of work for you to do."

Cosette rose up off of her floor mat, walking slowly around her small corner in the attic while rubbing her eyes. She bent down and felt rubbing the floor for her only other tattered robe to put on, since it was still very dark. But then again, it always was dark up there.

"If you are not down here in two minutes, I will make sure that you clean every inch of this house twice over, you ungrateful brat!", screeched Madame.

Cosette ever so quietly groaned, threw on her robe, and raced downstairs, the unstable attic stairs creaking the whole way down. She came down to the musty foyer in the inn, partially lit by candlelight.

"I'm here, Madame", Cosette half-whispered.

Madame threw the broom at Cosette, barely missing her. "Get to it", Madame snarled, hardly glancing her way.

So Cosette, dragging the broom behind her, found a place in the inn that was farthest away from Madame to begin sweeping.

To be simply put, Cosette hated her life. Her mother brought her to live with the Thérnadiers when she was just an infant. Her mother's still out there somewhere, sending ten francs a month to keep her alive. She wishes she could see her mother, but she knows it has to be this way. Regardless, It still hurts and angers her. But what makes things even worse is that the Thérnadiers treat Cosette like a slave. They have never showed her compassion or affection, and either beat her or give her more work gif they are not satisfied. Cosette has no friends either, since she is not allowed to see other children; Éponine Thérnadier is the only girl her age that she knows, who takes every opportunity she can to bully Cosette.

The only thing that gives Cosette hope is dreaming. Whenever she works or sleeps, she dreams of a large, marble castle residing in the heavens upon a beautifully glistening, white cloud. There is no work to be done on the castle's many floors, only leisurely play with happy, kind children. No one shouts at the children or is allowed to bring them to tears from upsetting them. There is only happiness and tranquility, two things Cosette does not have currently in her life.

Now the only adult in the castle is a woman wearing a white, free-flowing dress with long blonde hair. Cosette envisions that the woman is her mother, and therefore looks like a much older and enchanting version of herself. The woman often allows Cosette to sit on her lap and tells her stories of other fantastical worlds, with dragons, heroic knights, or mermaids, expanding Cosette's imagination. As she tells them, Cosette stares into her deep blue eyes with wonder and awe. Once the woman finishes the stories, she whispers, "I love you very much", into Cosette's ears and plants a kiss on her forehead.

"Why aren't you working?!", Madame screamed at Cosette. Her face always puffed red with her veins straining whenever she was angry.

Cosette had become so wrapped up in her dream that she had completely stopped working.

"I-I", Cosette stammered. It seemed as if her entire vernacular had escaped from her in this moment of pressure.

"If I catch you slackin' off one more time, I'll show you what real rage looks like! The francs your mother sends aren't worth putting up with you. Now take this pail and go fill it up with water from the well", Madame spat, throwing the pail at Cosette.

"B-But it' so dark out-"

"You heard me; go!"

Cosette picked up the pail and stumbled out the back door with her head down.

It was very dark outside as Cosette had predicted, but at least it had begun to snow. She did love how the trees looked when covered in snow. So she began walking; once she was halfway to the well, she began hearing footsteps behind her. She turned around and saw nothing when all of a sudden she heard a voice from behind her.

"Hello, there", said a cheerful voice.

Cosette jumped around and gasped out of shock. In front of her stood a tall man wearing a funny top hat, a long, and deep purple coat with a suit underneath. His hair was dark brown and a tiny bit unkept.

"Who are you?", Cosette asked. She had a look of absolute terror on her face.

The man continued to smile and bent down so he was eye level with Cosette, "I'm the Doctor, and who might you be?"

"My name is Cosette", she replied. She was beginning to calm down a bit, since the Doctor came off as trustworthy. "Why are you here?", she inquired.

"Well, Cosette, I'm here to take you on an adventure! Would you like to come?" His eyes widened when he said the word "adventure".

"Yes, but Madame will beat me for sure if I go."

"Oh, don't you worry about that. She won't even know you left. And if she finds out, I will make sure that she does not lay a finger on you. So what do you say?", he held out his hand to her.

Cosette smiled for the first time in awhile.

"Okay", she said, taking his hand. And off they ran.