Author's note: As two of you already know, this will be my last story for Labyrinth. With that being said, this is the sequel to It's A Bit More Meaningful Than I'd Thought.
Sarah peered into Nell's room, and looked at Nell and Ami's silent figures in the toddler bed. Naptime was always so boring. She walked back downstairs, taking some tea from Ambrosia. "They're so adorable." Ambrosia nodded.
"They even filled out that marriage form, over a brief argument over who's Mommy." Sarah grinned, looking at the form, colored in with crayon. "I still can't believe Nell sounds English."
"I know. She copied Jareth's accent, I guess. But, the good thing is, she hasn't mentioned her father in over a year, so I guess she's getting over it."
"Well, it's something you don't get over that easily, honey." Ambrosia shrugged.
"I know. She's making good progress though, so that's good." Ambrosia nodded as the doorbell rang. "Hello?" Two men in black suits stepped in. "Uh..."
"Mrs. Jones? We'd like you to come with us."
"Who are you?" One pulled out a badge. "FBI?"
"What's going on in there?"
"Nothing, ma'am." The agent holstered his badge again. "You'll just be gone for thirty minutes." Sarah nodded.
"Ambrosia? If Nell gets up, tell her I'm going to be right back..." They put two firm hands on Sarah's arms, too keep her from running away, and whisked her out the door.
"Who's out there?" Ambrosia peeked her head out, confused. "Huh." She shrugged, getting back to her tea. The agent took Sarah into a black van with tinted windows. In the back was a computer system, worth more than Sarah could imagine.
"Who are you guys?"
"That's classified ma'am."
"Well... Why- Why'm I here?" One of the agents snickered.
"Your old friend, Zachary William Smith, recently was killed. You are now the adoptive mother of his daughter, Eleanor Bernadette Smith, correct?" Sarah nodded. "Do you know why your friend was killed, Mrs. Jones?"
"He- He was in the service." One couldn't wipe the smirk off his face.
"No, I'm afraid he wasn't. Now, what we are about to tell you is between us, and we have the ability to kill you if this leaves your mouth." Sarah nodded, a little freaked out, signing the papers in front of her. "Zachary was not in the service. He was a dictator."
"A dictator?" Images of Hitler and Pinky swarmed around in Sarah's mind.
"Yes. Think of... Think of Hitler." Sarah looked sick to her stomach. "Now, he was killed recently, in Russia. As you know, Russia can be kept quiet. Cherynbol was the assassination of a town trying to rebel from the testing of what Zach was trying to do." Sarah could pass out. Zach... A... Dictator? He seemed so... Gentle... "America is going into communism." Her eyes widened. "We are strengthening border control, no one can get in, no one can get out. Every last house will be raided. If you were not born in America, and you do not have citizenship, you will be sent to a concentration camp."
"Where... Where do I come in?" The man smiled.
"Well, being a famous author, with a lot of fans, and a lot of followers, you are to enforce this. One hundred percent. Say you're all for it." Sarah's face twisted.
"My husband wasn't born... In America... Neither was my friend, or her sister, what about them?" Sarah was getting riled up, and the men were calm, as always.
"Case." Someone laid a briefcase on the table. "Now, we may be trying to bribe you here... But... We have a citizenship for a Jareth David Jones, a Kyoko Ambrosia Ito, and an Ami Sakurako Ito. Now, you can take these, and support this plan, and be constantly guarded, or fend for yourself." Sarah looked at the documentation.
"Can I ask a question?" The men looked at each other.
"Under circumstances."
"What is going to... Happen?" They conversed a little.
"Well, we will start by a general announcement. Saying if you aren't a citizen, go back where you came from. Now, most likely, not many people will go. We realize that. Lock the borders down. No one goes in or out. Then, we have officials from every state, every county, to check each house. Now, the good thing, if you are homeless, you go into a concentration camp. If you don't have a good home, into the camp, if you have a low IQ, into the camp, if you are an addict, anything wrong with you to take away from the perfect society." Sarah's face wrinkled at their twisted morals.
"What about different races or religions?"
"Races aren't something to be concerned with. However, you are tested on your competence based on religion. A few, basic tests. What your religion is, how many times have you gone against it, if it is strict, things like that. Eventually, we will all convert to one religion. We will see what it is at a later date, but Zach was thinking Islam."
"What about homosexuals? Hitler wanted to kill those."
"If they are deemed a fit household, they are perfectly fine. Anyone who disagrees will be camped."
"Where will these camps be?" The man shrugged.
"A few in every state. The entire state of New Jersey will be one."
"Communism never works out... It's a good idea, on paper, but people have their own opinions."
"Not if they're forced to be part of the hive mind." Sarah tilted her head. "Americans will not be allowed to have any contacts outside of America. Once the other countries decide that this is a good idea too, they will follow, and we will once again be able to contact them." She nodded, trying to absorb as much information.
"How will I be affected by this?"
"You won't be." The man smiled at her. "Absolutely nothing. Your family and your friends will not be relocated. You might write a book, or a blog, or something about the benefits of this. That part is up to you." The van stopped. "So, Mrs. Jones, do we have a deal?" Sarah looked at the man's hand.
"We have a deal." She shook it, and stepped out with the briefcase. She tucked it behind the front door, where it couldn't be seen, and returned to tea.
"Who was that?" Sarah shrugged, smiling.
"A neighbor needed me for something." Ambrosia nodded, the answer good enough for her.