A/N- (Let it be noted I am not a professional Seamstress. I'm only fourteen, but my grandmother sews. I know the basics, yet if I get something completely off… please humor me and go with it for the sake of the story.) Okay, this is Part 2. Oooooh Yeeeaaah. I. Am. Pumped! "Let's get this show on the road, people."-Can anyone name the Disney character who said this? Cue scene … AAAAANNNNDD … ACTION!

Isabella's POV-

Isabella took a seat by Lottie, and picked up a shirt that she had been working on earlier. She watched the girl from the corner of her eye, being careful so as to not let the girl know. Lottie cautiously took one of the King's shirts out of the neatly stacked pile and began to thread her needle. She had matched up the thread color perfectly, and had found the rather large rip in the shoulder.

All of the women in the group were at least about ten years older than Lottie. They chatted idly as they sewed up the minor rips or tears. However, Lottie sat quietly with great concentration and perhaps a little pain? pasted on her face. But, Isabella could see through the mask. The girl had deliberately put on the face so the other women wouldn't engage her in the conversation. Isabella almost smiled at the girl's wit, but then she was perplexed and a little saddened that the girl wouldn't want to interact with anyone else. She would have to remedy this.

"So, Lottie is it?" the girl nodded once as she put in another stitch. "How as your first day gone so far, Lottie?"

The girl politely answered with a civil, "I like working here more than were I did before."

'Now were getting somewhere. But, I don't think I'll be able to get any farther with her today. She seems pretty shut up.' Isabella thought. 'I should introduce myself properly though.'

"Well, I'm glad to hear that…Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I haven't properly introduced myself yet. My name is Isabella, and as you probably know I'm the Head Seamstress." She leaned closer so the other workers couldn't hear her. "But you can call me Bella if you want when you're not going to be heard by others." She winked at the girl, and received a shy smile in return.

"Thanks…Bella. I could use a friend. I haven't had one in years." Then as if realizing what she had said, Lottie promptly shut her mouth and looked intently at her sewing.

Isabella frowned. Whatever this girl's story was, it was obviously very sad. She let the girl off the hook there. She had said more to her than she had to anyone else. According to Lee she had barely said five sentences to herself.

Sarah's POV-

They continued the rest of the three hours in silence. Sarah managed to finish mending a total of five shirts and one pair of leggings. Every time Sarah took out a new shirt, she would watchfully place it close enough to her face to smell the spices emanating off of it. It smells like autumn, spices, and…magic. The smell tantalized her senses. It was heavenly.

Each of her stitches was small, even, and close together. You could barely even tell were the previous rip had been. But, Sarah wouldn't have had it any other way. If this was for Jareth, then she wanted it to be as perfect as she could get it. She was sorry for what she had done. She had destroyed his Goblin City. She had insulted his castle. She had asked him to take Toby, and then insulted him several times for stealing him. She had wronged him several times. He had done so much for her, and she had thrown it in his face. She had even enjoyed the Labyrinth's beauty, and she didn't think that she had been in any real danger while 'fighting' the goblin 'army'. She was grateful, but she still didn't understand his pleading at the end of her run. She didn't know what he had meant. By doing this job as well as she could for him, she hopped that she could in some small way repay him. Even though she knew it wouldn't even start to show her gratitude, she hoped it counted for something.

At the end of the tree hours, Sarah quickly put away her things, and headed off to her next duty. She had hall scrubbing next. The hall was the East End, West Junction, Alcove Eight, First Corridor. That wasn't confusing at all was it? Well for Sarah it was mildly confusing. She did find her way though, with two minutes to spare.

When she arrived the other two maids that had been talking loudly, suddenly stopped. They eyed Sarah warily. They sneered and whipped off their hands. "Ann," Said the plumper maid. She had red hair and a rather large nose with a mole on the end, "don't we have an appointment soon?"

The other woman, apparently Ann, looked at her with a blank expression on her face, until she was given a sharp stab in the ribs with the plumper's elbow. "OH! Oh, yes an appointment. We have one of those, right Kate."

'Kate' rolled her eyes at the round blonde and looked directly at Sarah. "Well, since you are new and you can see we have an appointment later, you can take care of the rest of the hall yes?" Sarah looked at what the two women had gotten done. There was about three feet done and about…thirty to go. Sarah knew she couldn't get all this done before lunch. "Well, you see I don't think I'll be able to get it all done."

Kate frowned at Sarah. "That's right you don't think. I do the thinking around here. Ann doesn't think. Do you Ann?"

"Wha?"

"See, she does as she's told, and you," Kate pointed a chubby finger in the girl's face, "will do well to follow her example…Now, what are you going to do?"

Sarah looked down the hall. It was far. It would take forever. It would hurt. It would make her late… "I'm going to clean the hall, because you two have an appointment." Sarah had given up only because she knew she couldn't take even one of them on with her back the way it was. It had been aching all through the seamstress's session from having to sit up straight. This was going to kill her back.

The pudgy Kate smiled a sickly sweet smile and headed off in another direction of some other hall. Sarah ruefully tried to humor herself as she got down on all fours, hiking up her dress, and pushing up her sleeves. 'That hall is probably named something like, East End, West Junction, Alcove six, Fifth Corridor.'

By the time Sarah finished scrubbing ever stinking inch of that castle, she had missed lunch all together, and would be lucky if she wasn't ten minutes late for her next chore.

A/N- Well, that's Chapter 8 Part 2. Next is chapter 9. I feel really evil for turning everyone on Sarah. I mean I've probably been really hard on her. But, I'm a Jareth fan, and she did sort of dump him pretty hard…even if she didn't know it. So, I'll give her some small happiness in another chapter. Remember though, I did let her befriend the Head Seamstress Isabella. That should count for something…like maybe a Review? Because, as I've stated before, I like review almost as much as I like cookies…and thanks for those you did give me cookies in your review. Cough-Cough XxAsteriskxX cough! ; )