Jareth sat on the dirty floor of his own oubliette, chained to a wall, and angry beyond words that he let his brother get a hold of his crystals and the labyrinth. In his cockiness he had let down his guard and now look at where he was, beaten and chained to a wall. Knowing the only reason he was alive was to keep the labyrinth alive. As long as Fanyr didn't find the other crystal hidden in the labyrinth he would live, if you could call this living.

Jareth became aware of his brothers presence in the dark oubliette and let out an inaudible sigh. A light from nowhere filled the room causing Jareth to be momentarily blinded.

"Brother, you never cease to amaze me. Even when it seems you have nothing left you still have trick or two hidden up your sleeve." He laughed evilly as he crouched down to Jareth's eye level. They glared at each other for a moment. Jareth was trying to figure out what he was getting at and Fanyr was watching for signs of worry.

"Who are they?" he asked in a quiet threatening voice.

"Who are who?" Asked Jareth in a voice that screamed I could care less voice.

"DO NOT PLAY GAMES WITH ME BROTHER." Fanyr bellowed in Jareth's face while grabbing his hair and pulling his head back, painfully. He took out the small looking glass and showed him the girls and the strange man.

"Now tell me who they are." Fanyr demanded through clenched teeth. Jareth studied them, but even if he did know them he would not tell his brother.

"I've never seen them before." He said. Fanyr hit him across the face and kept demanding an answer, but Jareth had none to give.

"I will get the answers I need one way or another, brother and you will be sorry when I do." With that Fanyr and the light vanished leaving Jareth in the dark once again, but now he had something to think on.

'Who were those people?' he thought.