"Cosette, don't go too far from the cab." Valjean cast a worried glance at his daughter. The cab stopped for a few minutes behind another carriage.
"No Papa, I know my way back home." Cosette smiled.
"Of course."
Cosette started to walk through the streets. She looked around, interested in this new town. Then she heard feet behind her. Turning around she saw an old, shrivelled woman.
Suddenly a sign from a café caught her eye. She walked towards it and entered it. No one seemed to be there. She looked around at the chairs and tables. Then a voice sounded behind her. "You part of the revolution? Wrong place, Mademoiselle. They've gone to the Elephant now." Cosette turned around and saw a blonde woman, in an old dress. The woman gasped. "I am so sorry Mademoiselle. Take no note of that." Cosette gave a light smile.
"Oh, Ma'am I apologize for frightening you. May I have a pastry?" Cosette took some money from her purse. The woman laughed.
A few minutes later, Cosette was walking down the road, pastry in hand. She looked up at the moon, a glistening globe with stars splashed over the night sky. She had an hour till her Father got worried. But she stopped at something. The shape of a girl, dressed in moonlight, resting her head on her hands, resting on a carriage. Her prominent collarbones rose as she breathed. Cosette walked closer, and saw the girl's face. A few remnants of beauty. Dark hair floating down her face. Then a wave of memories washed through Cosette like a flood. "Eponine," she whispered. "You don't deserve this." Resting near Eponine was a small boy. His name was Gavroche. Cosette knew this, since Eponine was near him, and Cosette remembered Gavroche. He'd been barely a babe when Cosette had been taken. Eponine didn't deserve this. She'd never hurt Cosette. Ignored her, yes, but never hurt.
Cosette looked down at the pastry in her hand and smiled before laying in besides Eponine's hand. As she walked away she heard a voice.
"Thank you, Cosette."