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Author: Go AWAY Disclaimer! No one loves you. (Bright grin) Now, for any of you who have read my previous work, this won't be nearly as funny. But that doesn't stop you from reading it, right? (whimper) Right? Let me know if I should just stick to humor.

"Sarah."

Sarah shifted, her eyelashes fluttering, as the voice came to her again.

"Sarah"

"Who's there?" she asked the darkness. "Who's that?" The voice sounded distant, yet, familiar.some how. It was as though she had heard it before.

"Sarah."

"What do you want?" she asked the night. A cold ripple of fear ran through her. She felt as though she knew the voice, as though the voice had taken something from her. She was afraid.yet longing for the speaker to reveal himself.

"Sarah."

She opened her eyes that saw only the dream-world, only the vast expanse of her imagination. They showed her only blackness.

"I'm coming for you, Sarah."

She felt her chest tighten as her heart beat faster. Her lungs expanded and contracted as her breath came in quick gasps of fear. "Who are you?!" she demanded, her voice heightening with panic. "What do you want?!"

"I'm hunting you, Sarah."

"Go away!" She closed her eyes tight, but it was foolishness exchanging one darkness for another under the sad principle: if I can't see you, you can't see me. Again, she cried out. "Get out of here! Go away!"

"You can't escape me, Sarah."

"Get away from me!"

"I'm coming now."

"No! NOOOOOOO!"

"Sarah!"

"Jareth! Jareth! JAAAAAAREEEEEEEEEETHHH!!!!!"

* * * * *

"Sarah! Wake up!" Sarah moaned and thrashed as her roommate shook her awake. She blinked around the sun and untangled herself from the sheets as he looked down at her worriedly.

"Are you okay?" he asked. Sarah had been Jason's roommate for only three months, and a simple rule had been learned: no door stays locked, because if you need something, Jason's coming in. Sarah distinctly remembered locking the door to her room every night. But every time she had a nightmare, he would be there to wake her up. He explained to her once that he had learned to pick locks.

"I'm fine, Jason," she said after a moment. "Just another nightmare, that's all."

Jason sat down next to her on the bed. "Sarah, you've been having the same nightmare every other night for the past five weeks," he said. "Are you sure there isn't something wrong?"

"How do you know I've been having the same nightmare?" she asked. Strangely, he didn't seem to know how to answer. His dark eyes widened and his jaw went slack. He recovered quickly, however, and gazed off to the far wall.

"You've been waking up the same way," he said softly.

Sarah was surprised at his brief inability to answer her. Jason had met Sarah in psychology class, when she had gone to congratulate him on his excellent presentation. Jason specialized in dream analysis and emotional interpretation. Sarah had always thought of him as a fanciful sort of person, and had been all too thrilled when they ended up in the same creative writing class as well as psychology. Jason's writing was much like Sarah's fanciful, dream-like, and full of mystery. It was only natural that they rent a house together.

Jason turned to look at her. "Always, you wake up screaming for Jareth. Does this Jareth mean something significant to you?"

Sarah blinked. "No," she said.

Jason smiled a little at her bluntness. "Alright, then," he said.

His tone made her remember something from not so long ago, in a different voice. "Alright, then! I can conquer this mountain!" The tone and attitude were the same. Sarah envisioned the moment in her memory.

Sir Dydimous had hopped up onto Ludo's back, leaving the gentle giant quite perplexed. "Alright, then!" Dydimous exclaimed. "I can conquer this mountain!" And with that, he savagely (though not very effectively) began beating Ludo across his thick skull.

Sarah smiled. The conflict hadn't lasted long! She turned to see that Jason had left her side. She heard his footsteps descending the stairs. She grinned and stood up. Something fell from her lap.

It was a feather. A white and downy feather. Probably from an owl. Sarah stopped. A white owl.

The white owl of Jareth.

Of course she had lied when she said Jareth meant nothing to her. She knew who Jareth was, remembered everything about him. His voice, his face, his hair, all of him vivid in her memory. Though it had been so long ago.

And the fact that Jareth could transform into a white owl.

She took it as a coincidence. She had heard nothing from Jareth for quite some time, and assumed that he had completely gone out of her life. She put the feather down on her bureau and picked up a comb to tame the many tangles in her hair.

After the first stroke, however, something dislodged itself from her long brown tresses. Sarah bent down and picked it up. It was also a downy feather, though it was raven black. She put it down next to her white feather and frowned. She picked up both of the feathers and held them over each other.

They were the same feather. Same size, same shape, probably from the same owl. The only difference was that one was white, and one was black. She shook her head at the marvel of coincidence. She put the feathers down and proceeded to brush her hair. There were no more feathers.

But Sarah thought of them now as a sign.

And she longed to visit the Labyrinth again.

Author: Well, here you are, and I would like very much to know what you think, as I don't have much of a life other than pleasing readers. Review to let me know whether or not I should continue.