Sometime around midnight, Sarah sat on her bed, holding her copy of the Labyrinth. If Jareth was in pain, why was he blaming her? Surely other people had won the game, been sent back home? And it was a game, wasn't it - just a way for her to realize she loved her brother enough to fight for him? Sighing, she opened the book and gazed at the painting on the first page. It was a painting of the Goblin City and there was a young version of Jareth commanding his goblins into battle. In the tower overlooking the city was an old man, looking at Jareth with something like pride. She'd never noticed that before and read the tiny imprinting under the illustration.

The old King observes his heir Prince Jareth's first battle.

Sarah studied Jareth's expression. It was hard and cruel and she felt a tear form as she gazed at him. Hoggle had sent her a letter through her mirror, asking her to forgive him - that he was trying to find where Jareth was and what he was planning, but it was slow going. Sarah placed the folded letter into the book and held it close to her. She yawned, fighting sleep. Somehow, her fairy tale villain had turned into Freddy Krueger and she wanted to know why. She tried calling Hoggle but he would not answer her. Leaning back into her pillow, she gave up - she needed sleep. Maybe she could try to think happy thoughts - puppies and rainbows and gorgeous Goblin Kings - no. She had to stop. He was going through turmoil and was dangerous. And she was no match for him in her own world. Why could she just not let this go? One bad dream and an accident with her hand - she would not believe he had meant to harm her.

Slowly she fell asleep and was back in the village. And she knew she was not alone.

Sarah found her way into the large burnt building. It was empty but she could hear the faint crying of a child. She had to find him, whoever he was, and see how he knew Jareth. She entered a child's bedroom and stared at the tiny bed and burnt toys. She felt ill, but held the tears inside.

"So you return to see more?" A beautiful woman with long blue hair appeared at her side. Sarah jumped slightly, but the woman did not look at her, but only stared at the little bed. She seemed distant, as if she were remembering something.

"Who are you? I saw you before in a dream. Where is the little boy? And Jareth?" Sarah gazed at the woman with a mixture of fear and anger.

"So many questions, my pet. I'll answer your first question. I am the Guardian of the Under Ground - meaning I see all, know all, control all within my realm. To a point, anyway. The little boy is where you left him - in dreams. As for Jareth - he's never far from you if you know where to look."

"None of that made any sense. Are you trying to trick me?" Sarah's green eyes narrowed and the woman smiled sweetly.

"Ah pet, there is no need to trick you. In fact, I shall do a rare good deed and give you a gift." The woman's hands twisted over something round and shiny. A crystal. Sarah glared at it.

"I've already had my dreams offered to me once."

"Oh silly girl, do you think your dreams are the only ones that matter? These are the dreams of the little boy you so wish to learn about, see if you can learn anything of value."

Before Sarah could answer, the woman threw the orb in the air and disappeared in a glittery cloud. Sarah shook her head. Dream or not, that woman had something to hide. The crystal shimmered in mid air for a few moments before bursting into tiny bits of light that surrounded Sarah from head to toe. When she could see again, Sarah looked around the room and frowned.

It was as if there had been no fire. A woman was singing a lullaby to the small boy she'd seen before, telling him he was her angel. Sarah watched in fascination as the scene played out. The raised voices, the father entering Jareth's bedroom.

"What could have happened?" Sarah whispered. The scene changed to one of a birthday party, ribbons hung around the room, dancing and singing. A hooded figure slid up to Sarah and growled.

"What happened was what always happens when you believe in love, precious," the voice hissed. "You get burned."

"We come to kill the witch," a loud voice yelled and then an explosion rocked the house, people screaming and running. Jareth's mother picked him up and ran out of the house towards a large pond in the nearby woods.

"Take my son," she begged someone there. "I renounce all claims to him."

"You do not love him?" A voice hissed. The woman took a deep breath.

"No - I do not. Take him as he is no use to me."

"Momma," the young Jareth cried. The woman started laughing, but to Sarah the laughter sounded forced and hollow.

"Go with the goblins, Jareth - they are your family now."

And then the woman ran away and the little three year old was grabbed by a large goblin. Jareth cried and screamed for his mother for hours.

But she was never to return for him.

The scene changed and Sarah's eyes filled with tears. The figure next to her watched her reaction. She turned to him and held out her hand.

"Oh Jareth, I'm sorry."

"NO!" he yelled, holding up his hands to ward her off, "I cannot bear your pity."

"I don't pity you, I'm trying to help you," she argued. He laughed bitterly.

"You can help me by letting me destroy you. Then I'll be able to start again. They will all know that in the end I did conquer the Champion. I am a true King."

"You can't mean that," Sarah said. "And I won't let you near enough to destroy me. I am sorry, Jareth - but you're going to have to be the one to grow up now."

"What?" Jareth said, confused. Sarah walked away and didn't look back, disappearing into the mists.

Sarah woke up crying and spent the next few hours staring up at her ceiling. She would not go back to sleep tonight.