"How could you do that, Sarah, I thought you of all people were better than that," John Williams lectured his fife-teen year old daughter. "I'm sorry to say I can't let you start setting bad examples for Toby…"

"I'm not trying to set bad examples for him, I don't even know how this happened," Sarah argued back.

"I'm positive you know how it happened, and that boyfriend of yours is probably responsible for it too."

Sarah stood shocked to the core as her father opened the closet and grabbed two big suitcases. He nodded up the stairs; she walked up to her room with her head down. Placing the suitcases on her bed he told her to pack what she would need most first. She looked very dejected as he walked out of the room. Falling to the floor she put her head in her hands and began to sob. When she was finally able to pull herself together she stood from her spot on the floor and walked over to her closet and began taking out all her clothes, folding them neatly before placing them in the first suitcase, then she cleared her drawers filling up the first suitcase and starting the second. She packed her favorite book, though she swore she would never have anything to do with it again. The little red leather book looked so elegant with its gold letters reading 'Labyrinth', but she knew the secret about the book and wasn't about to share it with anyone.

"Sarah, come down to dinner," Belinda called up the stairs to her step-daughter. Sarah came down and helped put the plates on the table before they brought the food from the kitchen into the dining room. As they sat down and putting food on their plates Belinda spoke again, "Sarah, it's not that we don't care about you, but we have to think about how this will reflect onto Toby."

"Where do you expect me to go? And what do you plan on doing with Toby when you want to go out," she bit out coldly.

Both John and Belinda looked at each other before giving her the answer, "Like we said, hun, we have to think about Toby's future so we are sending you to live with your Grandmother Mary, and we've hired a babysitter for Toby."

She glared at her father. "That's not fair! I'm still capable of babysitting him for a while longer on my own; I mean I've just started becoming fond of the little twerp now that I realized I was being selfish for not accepting him before." Her anger was at a boiling point by the last word. "And don't call me 'hun'"

"We are not saying you're not capable of the task, but that you are not going to be watching him anymore, now finish your dinner and go get ready to go, we leave in the morning," John said cooly.

"I'm not hungry," she snapped then got out of her chair and stalked back up to her room. She packed up a few small possessions before closing the second suitcase and placing both of them against the door. Walking over to her vanity and dried her tears then called out to her friends. "Hoggle, I need you."

A small dwarf appeared in her mirror like he was standing in front of only managed to return with a weak one. "What is de matter lil' lady," he said in a fatherly voice.

"Oh Hoggle, it's terrible! My folks are making me move out of the house and to live with my grandmother, and I don't know if I can talk to you from the mirror over there like I can here. Do you know if that's possible?"

"No, Sarah, I's not know, only de King would knows dat, I's could ask him if yous want me to," the dwarf said sadly.

Giving it a little thought she decided it was safe to let Hoggle go ask the Goblin King about the mirror. Sarah watched her friend go back to the Underground by fading back through the mirror's reflection. Tears started forming in her eyes, everything would be different now. Looking over at her digital clock she read 10:59 pm, her parents would be asleep by now; she slipped on her tennis shoes and climbed out her window into the old tree beside it then down to the ground. She ran to the park to think of some way to tell Seth about the situation, all the time unaware of the white barn owl that had appeared in her tree as she climbed down following her down the street.

"I can't believe they are doing this to me, I can still take care of Toby, disowning me like this is not going to stop me from seeing him." She was mumbling to herself as she climbed the park's large magnolia tree up to her usual perch. "And sending me to Grandmother Mary, she'll be the death of me for sure, she has all those rules because it's not 'right' with God…how am I going to tell Seth?"

"Hello, Sarah," an all too familiar British accented voice said. She looked across the branches and saw Jareth sitting there watching her, unsure of what to say to him now that he was there in the flesh…it had been so easy to tell Hoggle to speak with him rather than call for him herself. "I was told you were worried that you wouldn't be able to talk to your band of friends once you moved to your grandmother's by Hogwart…"

"Hoggle, but yes, I was wondering about that," she averted her eyes from him as she spoke.

"No, you won't be able to because your mirror was the only open connection, besides of course when the right words are used to summon me and my goblins. I only left that one open in your room because I knew you would still need the Labyrinth's creatures…" he said as he rolled a crystal along his hand. "However, I'm feeling rather generous since you trusted me enough to allow Hoggle to come ask such a favor, though it would have been even grander if you had called on me yourself."

Sarah just nodded her understanding. "I honestly didn't think you would care whether or not I needed my friends, I thought you would be angry or hate me for defeating your labyrinth."

"I don't hate you, Sarah, or I wouldn't be sitting here talking to you. I was angry that you were the first to beat my labyrinth, but I had better things to worry about," he replied smoothly. Sarah looked at him curiously, unsure what he was going to do. He stopped rolling the crystal along his hands and held it firmly in his left hand; he tossed it lightly at her. She barely caught it, hesitating for only a second as she wondered why he gave it to her and wasn't too certain it wouldn't steal her away from her home. "Throw that at the mirror you want to use as your connection to the Underground and it will open the portal," he said, answering her unspoken question. "You seem frustrated about something else besides not being able to talk to your friends, care to share?"

"No, what I have to worry about is between me and my family," she said getting up from her perch and beginning her decent. Glancing up at him for a brief second she could have sworn she saw a smirk cross his face as he disappeared. "Now, to tell Seth…but how?" She ran off down the street about a block or two before coming to a large yellow Victorian house. She picked up a small pebble and threw it at the window of her boyfriend's bedroom, when the lamp light came on and the window was opened she motioned for him to come down. As he climbed down the vine covered wall she took in his appearance; his hair was unruly and dark black, he had sleep filled brown eyes that finally turned to her emerald ones with an expression that clearly said 'please explain why you woke me up in the middle of the night?' She embraced him in a tight bear hug then hesitantly pulled away.

"I'm moving," she said bluntly.

"What? Why? Where are you moving to?"

"You're going to hate me, but…I'm pregnant. And I'm moving to my Grandmother Mary's house."

"But how, we only did it once and we used protection."

"I don't know, but if I were you I wouldn't go near my house for a while, my father definitely has you a shot gun, he's furious with us. So please, tell me you will steer clear of him at all costs." Seth had a look of horror all over his face at the mention of what her dad might do to him should he come within reach. Sarah kissed him goodbye then started walking home.

Seth jogged over to her and grabbed her wrist, "When are you leaving?"

"In the morning, I'll call you when I can, but it may be a while, Grandmother Mary is very strict."