After her journey through the labyrinth, Sarah Williams had become the author of a bestselling book of the fantasy genre called A Journey Through the Labyrinth. She had no idea what kind of response it was going to get from her readers, but she really didn't expect this much attention. Throughout the years, she had felt memories of the labyrinth seemingly fading away. She had to look back over her journals and sketchbooks from when she was 15 for the details she had forgotten. But strangely enough, there were a few pages torn out of both her journals and her sketchbooks. All that was left was the remnants of torn paper, but Sarah had quickly brushed it off. When she looked at the remaining pictures, she found many of the Goblin King. At least, she thought so. Sarah had, for some reason, kept him in the shadows of her drawings with only boots and the outline of crazy hair visible. She knew that it was him, but she couldn't remember why it was that she wouldn't have drawn his face.
"Hello? Sarah? Are you in there? You haven't heard a word I've said have you?" she heard from the phone in her hand.
"I'm sorry Toby, I was just thinking."
"About what? How much money you made off your book? Or how much you're going to make with the sequel?"
"Toby, I told you that I'm not writing a sequel."
"Why not? Everybody loves your book, they know the characters and they love the world it takes place in."
Sarah knew why there wasn't going to be a sequel. Because she hadn't had any more adventures. After she left the Underground, it was somewhat of a relief to not have to word everything correctly, solve annoying riddles, and definitely not as much running. But there were times that she longed to be back in the Underground. To be able to see her friends again, and to have some sort of adventure; anything to escape the monotony of the life she was living now. She had thought, at her most trying times, about wishing Toby away again. Not because he was annoying her—well, he did sometimes—but because she wanted to run the labyrinth again. It was exhilarating and she desperately needed to escape the world that she was in now. But, of course, she wouldn't have actually done it fearing that she may not make it to Toby in time. Sarah had grown close to Toby. At first, it was because she felt guilty about wishing him away, but then she genuinely wanted to be around him. She no longer considered him to just be her half brother because of how close they had grown together, and how much they love each other. There was still fighting of course, but never would she wish Toby away again.
"Hello?" Toby said annoyingly, like he had been trying to get her attention for hours.
"Oh, sorry Toby."
"It's so hard to get your attention these days; you seem to be in another world."
You have no idea.
"You were thinking about what you're going to write in your sequel, weren't you?" Toby assumed, not pausing as Sarah tried to interrupt. "I know that you said you don't have any ideas right now, but just think about it, okay? That's all I ask."
"I'll think about it, but only because you won't leave me alone until I agree."
"Fine by me." Toby said with a hidden smirk on his face.
"I'll call you tomorrow. Goodnight Toby."
"Goodnight sis."
Then the phone line went dead.