A/N: I wasn't planning on continuing this story, but as per request, I've written another chapter. Enjoy!

Later that evening, Sarah lounged in her cozy living room with a glass of Pinot. Her mind was still reeling from the day's earlier events. She knew that man's face from her dreams but she refused to believe the possibility of him being real. It also seemed like he knew her already. His stare was so intense, and those eyes... those freaking eyes! She thought to herself. His face was one that was not easily forgotten. She swirled her dark wine around in its glass, nearly spilling over the edge. Her eyes slowly shifted to her cell phone that was sitting on the reclaimed wood coffee table in from of her. "Oh shit! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," She suddenly remembered Jareth saying he'd given her his phone number. Part of her wanted to hurl the phone at the wall and stomp on the pieces, but another part of her was actually a little curious. He seemed kind.. In a cocky way, yes, but kind nonetheless. Sarah remembered. She pinched the bridge of her nose and squeezed her eyes shut, trying to quell the headache that suddenly appeared. Realistically, she should be running far, far away from this Jareth character, but something about him was so compelling to Sarah.

After two more glasses of wine, Sarah had come to a conclusion. She would send one, simple text to him, and expect to not get a response. And if she did? Well, she hadn't thought that far ahead. Ignoring her conscience's plead to act like nothing happened, she bent at the waist and snatched the cell phone off of the table. She searched her contacts until she found the number she was looking for, which was labeled with a simple "J". She chuckled to herself before opening a new message and started typing.

"U wanted to talk?"

After a few deep breaths, Sarah sent the text message. I'm going to regret this. She thought to herself before pouring herself another drink.


The next morning, Sarah got up early to take a shower. It was Sunday and her schedule was free, but she had had trouble sleeping the night before, too busy thinking about the text that she had sent, to get any real restful sleep. After drying her body off, Sarah stood nude in front of her full-body mirror, her wet raven hair allowing drops of water to run down her full breasts. She ran her fingers through her hair while observing the curve of her small waist and the soft skin that covered it. It was at that moment that she heard her phone's text alert go off.

Time seemed to move slower as Sarah wrapped her hair in a towel and tried to swallow the lump that was forming in her throat. She hadn't expected a response of any kind, especially this early in the morning. The sun wasn't even up all the way, damn it! She walked into the living room where her phone was currently residing, and snatched it up off of the coffee table. On the screen was a message from "J".

J: "Good morning, precious. Sadly, I was asleep when u sent ur text last night, which is why my response is delayed. I am pleasantly surprised that u decided to contact me." Sarah wasn't sure if she should laugh or smile at Jareth's text. He seemed like such a gentleman. She sent back a very deliberate response.

S: "I simply wanted to know who u are and why u act like you know me. We. Have. Never. Met."

J: "May we at least discuss this over lunch?

S: "We may not. I have no way of knowing whether u are a stalker or murderer, so there is no chance I will put myself in such possible danger until things are set straight.

It was then that Sarah's phone began to ring in her hand. It was Jareth. After a moment's hesitation, she pressed the answer button and brought the phone up to her ear.

"Are you going to answer my questions?" Sarah retorted, wasting no time.

She heard Jareth lightly chuckling. "Sarah, my dear, I know it's been, what, six years? But I really thought I had made a stronger impression on you than that. I am honestly hurt that you've forgotten me." He responded with audible sarcasm.

"I — I have no idea what you're talking about." Sarah tried to cover nerves. This man was making her rather uncomfortable. She knew she had seen him in her dreams, but she refused to admit it.

Jareth sighed. "It's only a matter of time before you stop lying to yourself."

"Okay, I have better things to do than argue with you. Goodbye." The annoyance was clear in Sarah's voice.

"Goodbye love, I hope I see you agai—" Sarah hung up the phone before Jareth could finish his sentence. He rolled his eyes before setting his phone down before lighting his stove to cook his breakfast.

After Sarah hung up the phone, she not-so-gingerly slammed her fist into the nearest wall. I can't believe this! Who the hell does this man think he is? I have never met him in my life. She thought to herself. She tossed her phone onto her bed before heading to her walk-in closet to finish getting dressed. "This is going to be one hell of a day." She thought out loud.