She gets off the train at the forest. The forest is dead people, which is okay: they weren’t ever alive and they don’t really want her to join them.
Cosette walks through dry leaves. Some of the dead people stir to watch her. When the people condense enough so that she’s walking a path, she sets Millicent down. The kitten yawns, stretches and pads off confidently: she doesn’t seem to need her eyes.
Cosette stops when Millicent does, before a man in shredded sackcloth. The starlight turns his blood black.
“Have you seen stars before?” he rasps. Cosette understands about speech.