A/N- Okay first day of work, and do I really need to but the disclaimer up again? You all know I don't own it. Wish I did…but sadly…it's all Henson's, I only borrow it for a short time… (Sigh).

Sarah awoke the next morning before sunrise just as she had for the past two years. She sighed and snuggled her face back into the pillow once more before she got up. She hadn't slept on a bed with real pillows forever.

She sat up on her bed, and unwisely started to stretch, but as soon as her arms make it past her ears, she flinched in pain. Sarah had forgotten about her lash marks. Yesterday had been full of so much excitement, the pain hadn't even registered. But, again she was used to it. It would be tender for a week; two if she had to work hard. As long as she didn't have to lift heavy objects she would be fine.

Sarah washed up quickly after her silent contemplating, and got dressed in her a little too baggy dress. At first she wasn't sure how she would get it on, because it zipped in the back. However, since the dress was a little big, she could zip it up before hand and just slip it over her head.

When she was finished getting ready for the day, she promptly headed off in the direction of the kitchen. She quickly learned how to use the map, and even found that finding her way around was quite easy with the map.

When Sarah stepped into the kitchen/servant's dining room, she was in awe. The room was HUGE! Sarah hadn't seen a room that could fit that many people before in her life. Then she saw how many people were in the room. She started to freak out a little. She hadn't been in large groups of people in a long time, and getting used to people again might take a while.

She found a nice secluded spot near the oatmeal table and took a seat. As soon as she sat down, Lee appeared before her, literally. Lee had poofed in front of her. "Good morning, Lottie." Lee said in a professional tone. "This is your list of chores for today. First, you will go to Seamstress Isabella for the first three hours of the day. Second, you will be cleaning halls with two other maids; Kate and Ann. Next, you will head off to the metal shop and sweep up the floors. And lastly you are on dish duty for today. You may ask Peter what to do tonight. He will be of some help. Good luck and don't get lost or show up late." With that Lee walked off in the direction of the bacon table.

At first Sarah contemplated on following her into the crowd. She could smell the bacon, and it smelled divine. Though, the smell was tempting, Sarah decided not to follow. She would have oatmeal instead.

She grabbed a medium sized bowl of hot oatmeal and put a healthy amount of peanut butter in it. She loved peanut butter in her oatmeal. It made it taste like a No Bake Cookie. Then, after a quick silent prayer, she woofed down her meal in a surprisingly graceful way. Even while nearly shoveling food into her empty stomach, she still managed to look beautiful. (Unbeknown to herself, of course. Sarah thought she was quite plain.)

Lee watched the girl with great interest. Lottie was eating as if she hadn't eaten in days…'Maybe she hadn't.' Lee thought dejectedly. She might just report this to King Jareth.

Sarah finished up before most other employees. Deciding that she might as well get the ball on the roll, she started off to her first duty. Once she was outside the in the hallway, she pulled out her map and quickly located the seamstress's room.

After several halls and many right turns, Sarah arrived at the seamstress's room. She knocked once on the door, and was promptly let in by another maid. She appeared nice at first, but as soon as they were out of sight from the seamstress, she spoke harshly to Sarah. "You don't have to knock, Stupid. If you're working here just come in, Idiot."

It wasn't the first time Sarah had been insulted, but it didn't hurt any less. However, she didn't let the other maids see it. She acted as if she didn't even hear the girl, although she did and she wasn't the only one. The Seamstress Isabella had heard it too, along with most of the other maids working there, but the seamstress couldn't do anything until Sarah complained.

Sarah didn't complain; she never did any more. Aboveground she would have been throwing a tantrum. Underground she had grown to accept not all was what it appeared. So, she hoped not all the staff was what it appeared and got on with her work.

Sarah was first given servant's dresses or shirts. She neatly sewed each stitch, as if it were her own clothing. She had gotten this job on pure luck, and she didn't want to leave room for anyone to complain about her. She had finished two dressed and one shirt, when the seamstress had come around.

The older woman picked up Sarah's shirt and looked it over. Then she got a perplexed look on her face, and asked Sarah, "Dear, where was this shirt ripped?" Sarah calmly sat down her second shirt and pointed to a place near the bottom hem of the shirt. The seamstress looked closely. She saw that once there had been a five inch rip around the bottom, and now there was only a barely visible neatly sewed row of stitches. The Seamstress was quite impressed. She only knew of about ten other people who could sew like this girl, and one of them was herself.

"Girl, what is your name?"

"Lottie." Was the girl's simple and shy reply.

'Lottie.' Isabella thought, 'it must be the same girl Lee spoke of.' "Well, Lottie, I believe you don't belong here." She watched as the young girl's face became panicked. "You belong in a much more advanced group. You shall join the group over there." The woman pointed toward a group of five or six other women. "You will be mending the King's clothing now. This work is much too simple for you."

Isabella watched as the young woman's face became shy, yet emanated a proud glow. Lottie took up her needle, and walked cautiously toward her new seat. The seamstress pondered a bit, and decided that she had better get to know this girl better. Then she would report it to Lee. It would be of value to her. So, with that last thought, Isabella headed over to the circle of women and took a seat by Lottie.

A/N- Okay, This is Ch. 8 part 1. If you guys review, then I'll post part 2 on Wednesday. If not, then I'll just wait until next Monday. I love a good bribe. Each chore might have two parts, unless it just doesn't need it. I haven't decided yet. Oh, and thanks XxAsteriskxX for the boat of cookies.