Summary: It's Sara's wedding day. Will Jareth come and stop it? Secretly, she hopes he will.
The words were said and too much time has passed. She should be over him by now, right? Wrong. Sure, it's been about ten years or so, but doesn't mean that her mind doesn't remember everything.
Sara lay in bed, once again thought of what was happening to the Underworld. She was tempted to call her friends. "They must be worried," she thought; she hadn't spoken with them in a long time. Only, this wasn't her house and there wasn't a mirror to gaze longingly into. She wondered if they would be able to even hear her.
Quietly the mass sleeping next to her rolled over and causally draped his arm over her. She sighed forgetting everything and fell back asleep for at least another few hours.
When Sara awoke her boyfriend was sitting across the room watching her. She smiled and sat up.
He quickly went over and gave her a sweet kiss on the lips. "Good morning honey."
"Morning Jon," she sighed. It was early, and she hadn't gotten the great of sleep the previous night. It's been that way for months on end now.
"Well, come on get up. We have to go meet with the food people today." He smiled sweetly and stretched out his arm to help her up.
A few hours later, the couple arrives at a small catering place. Jon quickly signs them as Sara looks around for the same person who's been helping them for weeks. At the first sight, she waves and pulls Jon in their direction.
Jareth sighed slightly, not wanting his minions to see his sheer disappointment. The crystal ball, which was in his hand, disappeared in a blink of an eye.
"Sara, Sara, Sara!" He muttered quite upset at her actions. He could tell she didn't love this guy. But he loved her and she wanted the love. That was his only explanations for things. Sometimes he wished that she would just call for him. After all, he couldn't come unless she called. Maybe that's why all he did was stare at that ball all day.
"Hmm." The king thought. Out once more came the balls. "Show me Sara!"