"What?!" Sarah stared at her reflection in a water puddle that was on the ground in front of the gigantic entrance doors to the Labyrinth. Her voice was more high-pitched now, and she had shrunk down about three inches, and was a bit slimmer now. She wore the flowed white blouse and golden vest that she wore in the Labyrinth the first time. She turned around to glance at Toby; he was now a child and wearing the striped red footie pajamas that he once had.
"Sawah? Why am I two?" He said in a childlike voice.
"I don't… know. Why am I fifteen?"
Jareth appeared beside them.
"I forgot to mention… once you come to the Labyrinth, you are immortal once you are here. You only change once you go to the Aboveground. Your appearance is locked, like a video game almost. Thus, I haven't aged a day." He said, temporarily winking at Sarah.
"How long have you been here?" Sarah asked.
"I don't remember my first day here, really. Nobody does. I was chosen to be king, and that's all I know."
"No memories? Nothing at all?" Toby asked.
"Well, I often have dreams of walking down the streets of SoHo…" He trailed off. " Ah. I must start your time. Do you remember the rules?" Jareth asked Sarah.
"Thirteen hours. Got it."
"Would anyone rather have their dreams?" He had a crystal in each hand, offering one to Sarah and one to Toby.
"I've got to help my friend." Sarah said.
"I can't betray my sister. Not while she's here, anyway." Toby said jokingly.
Sarah laughed and elbowed Toby.
Jareth smiled.
"Good luck to you."
He vanished.
…
Jareth's P.O.V.
Jareth gazed at the woman through his crystal.
Oh, why can't she see? He thought to himself.
He had offered her everything.
"Just fear me, love me, do as I say, and I will be your slave!" He had begged.
She had hesitated, Jareth's heart beating fast with hope.
"You have no power over me." The words had cut like a knife.
What was worse was she had not invited him to her celebration party after the adventure. He had set upon the tree branch for hours outside of her window, feathers ruffling in the freezing November air, waiting to invite him in, if only for a minute. She never did. Oh, she had been so cruel.
He shook out of his thoughts when he heard a crying child.