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She was dancing...
Sarah stood with her hands folded in front of her, nervously gazing around the crowded ballroom floor. Everyone was in mask, some beautiful and some hideous but all so mysterious. It felt as though she was waiting for someone, her eyes searching for the man that would take hold of her and spin her around the dance floor. She was wearing a beautiful ball gown, as though she was a beautiful princess just waiting for her prince charming to come for her. She moved through the crowd, feeling eyes watching her yet she found no Prince Charming. Why did this seem so familiar to her? She had been to this place before, heard the music and saw the dancers, but something was missing.
A face in the crowd caught her attention. Such eyes, so sad and longing. Sarah moved forward but already the visage had vanished, her heart beating wildly as she looked around. "Sarah.." Her name was whispered softly, close to hear ear. She turned quickly but no one was there. The voice sounded so sad, so alone. "Help me." The voice said again, again in her ear. It was him...but where was he? He was supposed to be there, be there for her. "Where are you?" She asked, her voice lost in the noise of the crowd. "Jareth, where are you?" She called out again, the noise getting louder, the room getting more crowded but still he didn't show.
The laughter just got louder and louder, Sarah began to panic until suddenly... "I can't live within you."
Sarah Williams shot up from her bed, breathing heavily. The dream, it was the dream again. It was amazing how with every passing day, her memory of that night was fading to the point that she couldn't even remember the dwarf's name that she had gotten close with nor the large hairy beast. It was saddening really but that was part of growing up really. Jareth had been right, he couldn't live within Sarah any longer because she was growing up and he had been in her imagination. However, for the past few weeks or so after her nineteenth birthday, she had been having the same dream each night. The music was familiar as was the feeling that she had been there before, but there was no way she could be sure because it always ended the same way.
She remembered his name, his face, his eyes, but that was it...
Toby was crying in his room when Sarah walked out in her pajamas. It was such a relief that it was Saturday, no school for her that day. It was still early though, not quite five if her blurry vision had been right. Running to Toby's room, Sarah hugged her four year old little brother tightly until his tears stopped. She had gotten very close with her half brother over the past three years, wanting to be there for him always. Another side effect of what Jareth had done, not that Sarah could remember all that well. "Did you have a bad dream Toby?" She smoothed his blonde hair from his face as he cried, his one fist clutched around something but Sarah didn't know what.
"Toby, it's all right." She sought to console the sobbing little boy, kissing his forehead as she sat on the edge of his bed. It was no surprise that the boy's mother didn't come to comfort him, she was a selfish woman who didn't really have a close relationship with her only child. It was pathetic really. Sarah had to pick up the slack, not that she minded of course. Soon the tears subsided and the little boy lay back in his race-car bed, his little face red from his sobbing. Something must have really frightened him. "Go back to sleep Toby."
It was then, as the boy's eyes started to flutter closed again, that Sarah took notice of something curled in the child's fist. "Toby, what have you got there?" Lifting the covers a bit more, she pulled her brother's curled fist up gently, his hand unclenching, revealing what he held. A clear crystal...
"Toby, where did you get this?" Sarah felt as though she had been punched in the gut. Her eyes closed and for a moment she saw him in her mind's eye. Jareth stood there in her window. "If you turn it this way, it will show you your dreams."
Eyes opening again, Sarah held the crystal up and turned it. Within the orb played the dream she had just woken from and there was Jareth holding a dark mask to his face as her beautiful dream self wandered around the ballroom. Sarah was lost in it for a moment until she heard Toby's voice, sleepy and still somewhat upset. "He needs help
