Arlene stared out at the night sky. It was crisp night, cold but not uncomfortable. She wasn't pretty at all. At times she could have a hint of beauty but that would only last for a moment or two. Her hands were turning purple she had put around 50 rubber bands around each wrist trying to cut off the circulation. By the time she toke the bands off her hands were near blue. She hated almost everything about the way she looked she thought herself to be the fattest, hideous person in the universe. The bands were just an attempt to calm her inner turmoil but nothing could do that.
A bright golden shooting star flew across the sky like an angel. "I wish I was in the goblin city." Arlene whispered to herself. She was obsessed with all things Labyrinth, the darkness of that world turned her on to it. Arlene shivered the cold October air was turning into a bitter burden to bare. She shivered again as she pulled her snow-white wool shawl more tightly around her. She didn't want to go home just yet she knew she would be in trouble already so what would a few more minutes or hours hurt. A wind blew in from the north rustling the leaves around her. Slowly comforted by the sounds of crickets and the fading trees she drifted of to sleep. "Poke it with a stick." An ugly scrimpy looking little goblin said. "What if it wakes up?" different terrified goblin said. "That's the point." The leader of them said. "Should I go get Jareth?" still another said. "Go get Jareth? GO GET JARETH?" This time a majestic looking tall man almost human looking spoke, "No Wonder I never find out anything that goes on around here I am always the last to know anything!" "Buuutttt, Sir your majesty oh wonderful King Jareth.." "SILENCE! All of you get out of my sight before I dip you into the eternal bog of stench." Jareth barked. This was his favorite threat but he had never actually used it except for once.. well he only used it in extreme cases. Jareth started down at what the goblins were talking about. It was a girl of no special quality, he would have called her a plain Jane behind her back, but she looked so troubled and complicated. "Suddenly she started to stir. Her whole being started to come alive as if by magic. "Were am I?" Arlene said in a puzzled voice.

"You are in the Goblin city yet the question is how did you get here." Jareth said trying to sound stern and comforting at the same time.