Nobora absentmindedly ran her fingers through the blond head of hair tied to the chair. "Things are going easy for you. But tsk, tsk, guess what? She's changing again."
Rain drops and flower petals littered into a leather lap.
The floor swung again, but by now Sarah and Jareth were used to it.
As they stabilized, Sarah moaned. "Good grief."
Before them stood two doors with two guardians. "Oh," said Jareth.
One was blue, the other red, as in Jareth's Labyrinth. But these had only one head apiece and instead of shields they held gorgeous, if very large, poppies. The guardians smiled, deep and beautiful smiles, and held out their flowers.
"One door leads to certain death the other to the castle," whispered the blue flower.
"And one of them always tells the truth and the other always lies," murmured the red.
Jareth laughed a little. "The same riddle, Nobora? Honestly."
Sarah gingerly stepped towards the red guardian. "Would the other guardian say that your path leads to freedom?"
"No," the red guardian replied, smooth as milk.
"Then please, kindly step aside."
Jareth chirped happily and followed Sarah through the door. But the red guardian stopped him, quickly whispering something into his ear and offering the flower. The Goblin King glanced at Sarah, who had not yet noticed his delay, and took the poppy, which with a shudder and green sparks shrank to where Jareth could tuck it into his jacket's pocket.
"Naughty boy," said Nobora, water sprinkling the white shirt as her head shook with laughter.
"Jareth, ever get the feeling that things are going too well?"
The ground opened beneath their feet and they tumbled into darkness.