Disclaimer- Sadly, I do not own Jim Henson's greatness.
I know this chapter wasn't funny AT ALL, but it's working up to the next chapter. Stay with me here people!
Sarah sighed. She was laying on her bed, alone. So alone.
She was tired. Tired of thinking she was crazy, tired of waiting for something to happen, tired of waiting for her Prince Not-So-Charming.
Ever since she had gotten back from her journey through the labyrinth, she had been flitting, flying, sinking and hoping. For what, she wasn't quite sure. She only knew that she wasn't complete.
She wasn't completely happy, she wasn't completely miserable, she wasn't completely crazy, she wasn't completely fucked up, she wasn't completely anything. She was a little bit of everything all jumbled up, and it was driving her insane.
Jareth had offered her the stars, her dreams, and his heart. She had rejected all of them, in order to save Toby. But hadn't she won when she reached the Escher room? She had poured over her actions, his actions, what had it meant?
Had she saved Toby, or had she thrown away her happiness unnecessarily?
Since she had brought Toby back, she had bonded with him (as much as you can bond with a one year old). She had began to take him to the park with her, though she no longer played make-believe. Then again, it's hard to play make-believe when you no longer make yourself believe; she knew without a shadow of a doubt that the Labyrinth, goblins, and Jareth, were real.
But apart from her getting over her angsty-angst-ness about Toby, she was drifting into no man's land. She wasn't moving forward, she wasn't moving back. She was sick of it. Therefore, in her weary state, she could not be blamed for what was about to happen.