Jareth stared looking down at Sarah. She was sleeping in his bed, the same bed that they had laid on together hours before. Now, she was curled onto her right side, facing the open window that over looked the Labyrinth. She looked small and defenceless, but Jareth knew that she had a steel core.

Sleep had relaxed her face into an expression of innocence that Jareth had never seen in her waking moments. She seemed so small and fragile, laying on his over-large bed, her mousy brown hair fanning out on his pillow. Her right hand was curled under her cheek, like a child would slept. The other hand rested on her left thigh, riding high enough to tempt a man.

Jareth knew that he shouldn't be here, that if Sarah was awake, she would refuse to even remain in the same room with him.

Still though, he found he couldn't force himself to leave. Instead, he found himself gentely lifting the covers and slipping under them. He moved painfully slow, not wanting Sarah to awaken. He carefully wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her backside flush against his front. He felt her shifting, getting comfortable again before she continued dreaming with a soft sigh.

As Jareth lay there, feeling all of her lush curves, he vowed that Sarah would feel for him again. That she would love him again.

As much as he still loved her.

Sarah was trapped in a nightmare. She was trapped in a long, narrow hallway. It was dark and damp, like a basement. An oder of disuse hung in the air.

She was dressed in a full white skirt, which hung to just below her knees. Her top as a blood red long sleeve blouse, which flowed over her arms and hung tight to her curves.

She was barefoot, running down the cold stone hallway. Glancing back over her shoulder, never knowing what she was running from, just knowing that she had to find somewhere to hide.

She could feel her breath trapping in her chest, stopping her from drawing in air.

"Sarah."

Her name was whispered, draw out and echoing through the dark corridor. Sarah let out a sob, trying to find somewhere, anywhere, that she could hide.

Hot breath fall on the back of her neck. Terror froze the blood in her veins.

She had to escape, she had to.

The Labyrinth depended on it.

Sarah jerked awake, sitting up and holding her chest, her eyes moving around the bright sunlit room.

Someone was watching her - she could feel it. Could feel the hate rolling off in waves, all of it crashing into her. Holding her down. Pushing the breath out of her.

With a small cry, Sarah rolled off the bed, landing on the floor with a load thump. Her lungs were freed, the staggering wave of hate was gone. Shaking with relief and terror, Sarah pulled her knees up to her chest, hugging them close and rocking herself back and forth while tears silently rolled down her checks.

She had to find Jareth and tell him. She needed to know everything that was going on.

And she needed to know now.