Sarah's shoulders were stiff, her head was throbbing, and she felt a strange loneliness creep into her heart. She had fallen asleep on the floor again after the party, as of lately dreams of him have been haunting her mind and the only way to erase them is to drink until she is numb. Why did he loom on her thoughts like this? Is he trying to tell her something? She isn't always drunk… Jareth's presence isn't always so ominous. Usually in fact, she welcomes him. Even after she left him alone in the Labyrinth he still came to her dreams, they spoke, laughed, and she was even happy, but recently… all she can see is his face beaten and bruised, Dying. Every day it is something different, one day it will be him murdered in his sleep by a large man with a knife, the next day it will be a goblin uprising where the rebel leader kills him to take his place as king. She wants to help, tried to help so many times but, she just couldn't find a way into the Labyrinth again. She couldn't contact Jareth, she couldn't find any sort of "witch" that would take her case seriously, and "I wish" didn't even work… what could she do? Watching someone so, dare she say important to her die one hundred times over was excruciating. She didn't have to work today so she was going out to meet someone her friend Angelina told her about. Apparently her name is Ms. Oscar, she is a highly esteemed fortune teller, so you would expect her to live in a quaint little cottage with a beautiful garden outside, but in reality she lives next to the highway in a small brick house (the flowers next to the front door were pretty but nowhere near the secret garden she had imaged). The woman herself, Sarah noticed, was quite old, much older than anyone she had ever seen well goblins excluded. She had a cocky disposition but without a hint of arrogance, her long grey hair was up in a large bun made up of wispy curls, and her face was decorated in a small amount of blush and a hint of red lipstick. She is, in her own way very beautiful.
"Oh come in dear! You must be Sarah!" The small woman said in a cheery voice
"Yes I am… and you are Ms. Oscar?"
"The one and only! Come in, come in we haven't got any time to waste!"
"Umm Ms. Oscar I-"
"Oh I know why you are here love! What kind of psychic would I be if I didn't?"
"Psychic? I thought you were a fortune teller?"
"All jobs come with many faces!"
"Yes I suppose so, But if you already know the problem how can you help me?"
" Well dear, we are going to open up a portal of course!"
"A portal? A portal to where?"
"Why, to your man!"
"M-My man?"