I never thought I'd see him again, let alone here. What is the goblin king even doing in a night club? And the worst part? He's with someone. No, that isn't the worst part about this whole situation. The worst part is that I seem to care that he's with someone. And there's no mistake; it's definitely him. I may not have seen him for six years, but I would recognize that face anywhere. Even if he is wearing a human disguise.

How did I let myself get into this situation? It's all Hannah's fault really. She's the one who dragged me here in the first place.

"Come on, Sarah, you never come out with us anymore!"

Yeah, because I have two seminar papers to write. I was the smart one who decided to do a double major.

"It's just one night, and I promise I'll stop asking."

I caved obviously. I figured, hey, why not? I deserve a bit of a break, right? I can have one night of fun, at least. I've been working hard. And yeah, it's been a great night…until I went to the bar to get another drink. I was waiting for the bartender to notice me when I happened to glance toward the entrance. And there he was. Jareth. With a gorgeous blonde on his arm.

Luckily he didn't see me. So now I find myself in the bathroom, not quite sure what to do or what this means. I mean, surely he doesn't just frequent college town night clubs, right? This can't be a coincidence, can it? And yet, he hadn't even glanced toward me. In fact, he had seemed far too interested in the woman he's with. And why not? She's beautiful; I could tell that from one glance. And he looks just as elegant and intimidating as he did when I was 15.

He and whoever that woman is make a perfect pair, her with her short skintight gold dress, and him with his tight black pants and leather (why is it always leather with him?) jacket. His hair is shorter, and the markings over his eyes are gone, but somehow he still looks otherworldly.

I need to do something. I can't just stay in the restroom all night. The attendant is already giving me weird looks for being in here so long. I look in the mirror and take a calm breath. It doesn't matter. He isn't here for me. He doesn't know I'm here. I'll just go find Hannah and the others and tell them I don't feel well and need to go home. There are hundreds of people in this place; there's no way he'll see me.

I brace myself for my quick exit and walk out of the restroom…only to run into blondie.

"Oh dear, I'm terribly sorry. I didn't see you." Her British accent is light and airy, and she seems genuinely apologetic, even though I'm the one who ran into her.

"Um…it's ok. I wasn't really looking where I was going."

She smiles and then looks apologetic again.

"Eh, do you mind…?"

My face flushes as I realize I'm blocking her way to the bathroom, and I quickly move to the side with a mumbled apology. As she disappears into the restroom, I try to compose myself, but my mind keeps reeling from the accidental meeting. That woman is the complete opposite of Jareth. She was so…nice. What was she doing with the arrogant king of the goblins?

Shit! If she's in the restroom, where is he? I look around the club, but I can't see him anywhere. Shit! I have to get out of here. It doesn't take me long to find Hannah.

"Sarah, where have you…Wow you look kind of pale. Are you ok?" she asks.

I shake my head. "I'm not really feeling well. I'm just going to take a cab home, ok?"

"Are you sure? I can come with you."

"No, it's ok. You stay here and have a good time. I'll be fine."

She lets me go without another argument, and I make my way as quickly as possible to the door of the club. I still don't see him anywhere, but that's a good thing, right? If I can't see him, he most likely can't see me.

I really should know better by now.

I make it out the door and into the night air without incident and breath a sigh of relief. It's ok. I made it.

"In such a hurry to leave when I've only just arrived, precious?"

"Shit."