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A dog that spoke in a British accent shouldn't really be that surprising in a land of talking worms, foxes, beasts, and even door knockers. But a dog speaking in Jareth's voice, on the other hand…

"Jareth?" asked Sarah, moving forward towards the large animal. She decided to get right to the point. "Why are you a dog?" And such a shaggy, large grey dog? It doesn't seem to fit with your sense of style, exactly.

Jareth kept his ground, and as she drew closer she could see that the dog's eyes were indeed mismatched brown and blue. At her words his ears straightened up, eyes narrowing and spine stiffening. "I am a wolf, thank you very much."

Sarah took in the floppy ears, the heavy-boned build, and the shorter snout. "Wolf. Rigghhht. Have you looked in the mirror yet? More like Wolfhound." Sarah folded her arms and stared down at the dog. "Now would you mind letting me know what is going on, Your Majesty? Some of us have places to be in the morning."

"Right—teaching children, if I recall. I believe I had proposed an alternative: Simply wish them away to me and allow me to turn the lot of them into goblins."

"As much I sometimes consider your suggestion, I restrain myself. Besides, at the moment you don't look to be in any condition to turn anybody into anything. I repeat: Why are you a talking dog? I'm going right back home unless you tell me what happened."

Jareth's ears tilted back, flattening against his head. He mumbled something indistinctly.

"What was that?"

"I said: I made a technical error."

"Oh really? And may I ask what you were trying to accomplish?" Sarah raised her eyebrows.

Jareth sighed, avoiding eye contact. "If you must know, I was experimenting with the dreams of wolves, attempting to develop a new form for myself."

Sarah's eyes turned steely. "And I don't suppose that you had done this before, have you?"

"Well, no, but I—"

"You idiot!" She stormed up to the Jareth, stooping down and grabbing his furry chin, forcing him to make eye contact with her. "You don't just experiment on yourself without telling anyone first! Something could have gone extremely seriously wrong!"

Jareth jerked his head away from her hands, hackles raising up on his neck. "I knew what I was doing," he snarled.

"Oh, obviously you did. And may I ask, what would your goblins do without you? Don't you understand how much they need you, how lost they would be without you?"

"Cease with your chastisements, woman!" growled the King. "I accept that I made a mistake in judgement already! Now fulfill your oath as Champion and bloody help me! Please!"

Satisfied that he understand the error of his ways, Sarah acquiesced. "Well, since you asked so nicely: what may I do for you, my lord?" She even graciously offered him a partial curtsy, dressed in jeans as she was.

"Don't patronize me, Sarah. And for starters you can take down a letter that I shall dictate to you."

Sarah blinked. "A letter? A letter to who?"

"To my mother."