The wine in her glass was warm and as she sipped, the warmth spread within her. It was helping to a point but even the smoothness of the merlot could not even out the turmoil within her soul. Sarah was troubled.

She had been through this so many times and she knew better than to let her mind wonder to the underground. Those dreams and fantasies were not real. None of it was real – it never happened- and she had put all of those childish notions to rest years ago.

She loved her calm normal life.

she was a professional drama teacher at a high school and she loved bringing to life those stories that she related to so much with the next generation of dreamy youth.

It had been 15 years since she had run the labyrinth and while that fateful nightmare had done wonders to strengthen her relationship with her little brother, it had also been so real to her at the time that she actually believed for years that it had really happened.

It had taken many sessions with a professional that had honestly come to be her friend, but with time Mary had finally helped her grow up and realize that the underground and the Fae and… –Jareth-….were all just figments of her imagination and her mind finding an outlet for her to return to her youth and her mother and a time when fairytales played across your closed lids like a movie.

Yes, she was single and she would probably remain single. While she knew Jareth was not real, there was just no mortal that could live up to the image in her mind of the cruelty and the beauty and the man that called her precious and offered Sarah her dreams.

Everything made sense in her life now….and she liked it that way. At least it had made sense until Toby came to her this afternoon at school to tell her that he has been having recurring dreams of a Goblin King and a frightening maze and a destiny that he doesn't understand.

A small voice kept whispering in the back of her mind 'I told you it was all real, I told you HE was real and now the underground wants its heir. Jareth is coming for the child he never wanted to give back, but was he coming for her as well or had he forgotten about her the way that she had so desperately tried to forget about him?'

Rubbish she told herself firmly. Why was Sarah doing this to herself? Toby probably just had found her book on the Labryinth in her old school things or maybe his subconscious is bringing forward stories that he heard her repeat when he was nothing but a toddler.

That must be it. She was not going to do this to herself again. She was NOT going to allow herself to begin to dream and hope and fear that Jareth was coming.

She took another sip of wine and sighed and then jumped when the phone rang.

"Hello", Sarah said into the receiver checking the caller ID and seeing that it was Toby.

"Hey sis"

"Hey Tob-"

"Listen Sarah. I'm sorry I freaked out today at work. I just, I don't know. Something inside keeps telling me that there are more to these dreams than there seems and you are the only one that can explain it", Toby sighed heavily and Sarah could hear the confusion and frustration in his voice as he trailed off.

"Toby, nothing is as it seems", she finally admitted to not only her little brother. Mary was going to consider this a massive set back, but she had to get to the bottom of this. What if-