A/N I own nothing that doesnt belong to me. This story is a dream I had when I took a nap after reading some Labyrinth fanfiction, so I guess thank you to whoevers work inspired this. I am surprised it was so long and I woke up remembering it so vividly. Ever have a dream where you have a whole different history, you are a whole different person, that is me in this dream. Let me know what you think, if I should continue writing my dream.

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It has been a bad month for me. My husband left me a little over a month ago, but for some strange reason neither of us were sad about it at all. I mean sure I was upset about being left, feeling a bit abandoned, but it seemed right. It was for the best. However, he was the one to encourage me to quit my job a little less than a year ago and I was having an extremely hard time getting another one. All I was relying on now was a part time job at the local movie theater. I couldn't help but wonder if things would get worse.

Right now wasn't the time to be sad, it was a happy time. I was with my family at my aunt's house and we were having a great time until I heard a whispered rumor that my other aunt and uncle were getting a divorce in the near future. My own divorce and I had no tears, but for some reason the news of their shook me really badly.

I needed some happy thoughts, so I went outside to see what my cousins were up to. They had found exactly what I needed. A stray mother cat was taking care of her kittens. They were so tiny. She was a really good mother to them. Every time we touched one she would clean it off and then lead them away a little bit. She didn't seem angry though. The kittens were so curious of us. I was laughing soon with the rest of them.

All good things come to an end sadly and it was time for me to go to work for my evening shift. My parents had picked me up to come to the party so I went in and let them know I needed a ride. The entire way to the theater was packed full of nice long lectures of what I need to do in my life. I let it go and just concentrated on each house and tree we passed. However, I was not in the theater long. Thank goodness they were thinking about seeing a movie. I walked right out with more great news for them. I had been laid off.

My parents became greatly concerned and instead of comforting me they began the lectures once again. I started yelling this time. It wasn't my fault. Finally in their ranting they mentioned something useful. I could stop in at the job I had left when I got married. It was a diner/restaurant/club. It was a strange place. My parents never believed any of the rumors about the owner but I knew better. I was his friend, "WAS" being the key word. My husband did not like him. More than that, my husband full out hated him. So we never saw each other after my wedding.

Now here I was in need, hoping that our past friendship still counted for something. My parents took the highway toward the club and into the little shopping center it was a part of. I stared at the outside of the building. I never noticed how tiny it looked on the outside. Inside it seemed huge. Suddenly I wondered how the tables and dance area and bar fit into the tiny place. I shrugged, thanked my parents for a ride, let them know they shouldn't wait, and walked into "The Labyrinth." I saw him through the office window. He was with some people. He had put a new sign on his door reading "The Labyrinth Manager, the Goblin King."