Jareth watched as Sarah talked to her boyfriend in front of the old house, he listened in on their conversation, he had known whatever had been on her mind when he had come to her earlier that evening in the park would be told to this boy. He found the new rather amusing, they seriously thought that the boy was the one who got her pregnant, but then he realized Sarah didn't seem to remember their night together as he did. Why didn't she remember their precious time together after the ballroom? He could still feel the smoothness of her creamy skin under his bare hands as he trailed them over her slender body and trailing kisses down her neck as she made little moaning sounds beneath him. He could still hear her scream his name as he brought her to heights she'd obviously never reached before though she was no longer a maiden, he basked in the glory of knowing he brought her so much pleasure.

Behind him watching the scene of her son taking the young Labyrinth Champion to his bed after spinning her around the ballroom, was the Underground's High Queen. She agreed with her son's choice in who he wanted to be his Queen and mate, but she knew it was not time for neither of them to know the weight of their love making. In one hand she held Sarah's memories from that small space of time captive in a crystal ball. In her other hand she created a second crystal ball and held it out towards her son's head and chanted a spell to pull the same memories from her son's mind and replace them with new ones. As the memories flowed into the crystal she let her tears slide down her cheeks, "I'm sorry my son, but now is not the time to remember."

He turned around to see his mother standing behind him crying softly. "Mother, what are you doing here, and why are you crying?"

"I just came to tell you that I love you my precious boy, I don't tell you often enough."

He glanced curiously at his mother but brushed it away as she embraced him only the way a mother can and cried until she let him go, then she slowly vanished from sight.

The next morning Sarah was woken from deep slumber to her stepmother beating at her door and Toby's loud crying, getting up from the bed she walked to the door and removed her bags from in front of it, then opening it to see the impatient glare from Belinda as she bounced Toby on her hip.

"Hurry up Sarah, your father doesn't have all day to take you to Mary's, and I've got to take care of Toby."

"You know Belinda, you and my father are going to be sorry you sent me away when Toby hates every new babysitter you're going to have to get him," she snipped coldly. "I'm the only one who knows ALL his favorite things…you don't even know how to put him to bed properly and you are his mother. And FYI none of them are going to be as cheap as me, have fun with that."

"You are not fit to be talking to me that way, and the babysitter we got is going to be a better example on Toby than you have been," Belinda screeched. "Now, take your bags downstairs and put them in the car, your dad is waiting for you already."

Slamming the door in Belinda's face Sarah turned back to her room and found some clothes and shoes, after dressing she grabbed the two suitcases and went out to the car where she saw her dad waiting for her. As he went to grab one of the bags she snatched it out of his reach and gave him her best stubborn face. "I don't need your help; I can take care of myself." She threw the suitcases in the trunk then walked around to the passenger side of the car.

"Sarah, stop acting like we are disowning you, because we're not. When you get your life back in order you are welcome to come back," her father said as he got in the car. They drove off leaving Belinda and Toby standing on the front porch of the old Victorian house, Toby started to cry and reach out towards the car, but as his mother tried to hush him by telling him 'Daddy will be back soon' he only cried harder.

The car ride to Grandmother Mary's was silent and the air was filled with tension. Sarah was staring out the window and in her hand she held tightly to a crystal ball, he dad kept looking sideways at her and the crystal in her hand thinking it strange the way she held it protectively or as if it brought her comfort. He was about to ask what it was when they pulled into the stone driveway and Sarah quickly got out of the car; she grabbed her bags from the trunk after slipping the crystal into her pocket. Mary came outside and immediately wrapped Sarah up in a tight hug then told her to go put the bags inside. John walked up to his mother and gave her a short hug and a forced smile.

"Mother, how have you been? I hope you don't mind letting her live here with you."

"I'm fine, John, but I must say I don't see why you think her having a baby is going to ruin Toby's future, in fact he might have someone to play with when the child gets old enough," Mary said to her oldest son. "And I don't mind letting her live with me until you see what a horrible mistake you are making by treating her like she's a whore."

"I'm not the one who made the mistake, but maybe you can talk her into getting an abortion…"

"I will do no such thing, John, you should know better than that! As a Christian woman I believe everyone should have a chance at life and an unborn child is no different."

For the next two months her father would come over and demand that Sarah have the child growing within her aborted, and every time she refused his demands he threatened her future with the child. It infuriated him that she would choose this child over him, her own father, even more so when his own mother sided with Sarah. Finally after two straight months of her son's persistence on the dark subject of abortion she let him really have a piece of her mind and told him that he didn't mind his own business and keep his obnoxious mouth shut he was going to lose the only real precious thing to him, his son. It was made perfectly clear that if he and Belinda didn't leave Sarah alone Mary would make sure Toby was taken out of his parents' custody and put within her and Sarah's care. This finally got Sarah the piece she longed for, and Mary told her not to worry about her parents from that moment on.