(I Don't Own Labyrinth, but I Do Wish I Had Met Jim Henson.)
You Remind Me of the…
"Toby, Toby? Toby!"
Toby threw his arm over his eyes, fighting the terrible urge to actually get up. Why? Why does she always have to find
me?
He rolled over and smiled superficially at the lovely hat rack he had shared the night with, "Sorry..." He grasped out
his hand as if searching for his liaison's name out of thin air.
She looked at him with exasperation. "It's Britney."
He smiled again. "Sorry Britney. I am afraid that Sister Sarah has come to find me."
The twenty-something threw up a manicured hand to stop the good-bye kiss she had thought was coming. When
he had simply rolled over to exit the bed and slip on his jeans she flung the hand down, making the dorm supplied
comforter poof up, and said on a frustrated sigh, "Whatever."
Toby didn't hear her verbal ejaculation, because he had already slipped on his shirt and shoes and was outside
the door. He closed the door and smiled sweetly at his sister. Her hand was raised, to start knocking again. With the
same smile, he motioned back with his left hand at the closed door.
"You seem rather eager. Would you like to go in and meet…Bethany?" Something hit the door on the other side
with enough force to cause the frame to shake.
"BRITNEY!"
Toby chuckled as he led his sister down the hall. She looked at him with mild shock at his insensitivity. He
shrugged, "Whatever."
