Chapter 2: New Beginnings

In the midst of the thunderstorm that crept over the William's Victorian-styled house, the doorbell rang suddenly. Mrs. Williams, who wiped off the sweat off of her forehead, abandoned her cooking and opened the thick door. A lanky brunet boy stood with his hands in the pockets of his blue jeans, rubbing a stain off of his puffer vest.

"Hello. My name is Marty. I am looking for someone…" he said.

The blonde woman beamed.

"I am afraid my stepdaughter is not home at the moment. But I'll let her know that you came by." She giggled.

"I'm looking for a man, actually. His name is Dr. Emmett Brown. He doesn't appear to be home. You're his neighbor, right?"

"Yes."

"Would you please give him this?" he inquired, offering a blue envelope that was unmarked.

"Certainly." She said.

She turned her face away to the timer that was beeping.

"Before you go, I must ask; what is your relation to him?"

"Oh…" he stammered.

"I'm his…grandson." He answered.

Probably easier to explain, he thought.

"Now, it's not rocket science." Doc explained.

Sarah lifted an eyebrow.

"All you have to do is drive an approximate standard ratio of 88 miles per hour, activating the cell's attractants, and therefore, releasing the Flux capacitator."

"I haven't even driven a car yet! How am I supposed to work this thing?"

"Alright, first, check your mirrors."

Sarah manually set her mirrors, as a dwarf appeared in it.

"Aggh! Hoggle! I'm trying to drive a time machine! I don't have time for that right now!"

"Fine. I'll come back later. But you have to tell me about this. It sounds intriguing. And Sarah?"

"Yes?"

"Please calm down. You solved the labyrinth. How much harder can it be?"

Sarah smiled.

"Thanks."

"Anytime. Goodbye."

"Now put it in gear !" Doc shouted in the passenger seat with Einstein in his lap.

Sarah slammed on the gas as colorful explosion sounds ensued.

She and Doc were forced back in their seats as a result of the time warp.

"Where…are we?" Sarah asked, gazing in wonder at the scene outside of the DeLorean. "And…when are we?"

The majestic Goblin King sat on his throne alone, his multicolored eyes gleaming with joy at the scene inside of the crystal sphere.

"My beautiful future queen, learning to control her royal carriage. How adorable!" Jareth said to himself.

He turned the crystal.

"One day, one day," he muttered.

He closed his eyes, clenching the crystal, imagining what could have been.

"Your Highness…may I come in?", the Head Goblin asked.

"Permission granted. What brings you here at this hour?"

"I have grave news, My Lord." The creature said, removing his hat.

"Tell me."

"Your kingdom…it's….deteriorating."

Jareth sat upright in his throne.

"What do you mean?"

The goblin hesitated.

"When..she..left, chaos happened. The labyrinth stopped moving. The fairies are gone. The Fireys are near extinction. We must do something, Your Grace."

"I shall see about that."

He turned to the crystal, seeing Sarah disappear/

"Sarah-mine?"

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