"No, that's impossible!" Sarah whispered, her face white as she stared at the figure before her. The Goblin King watched her from beneath arched eyebrows. "You know that it is possible." He replied. "Now give me what I have come for." Sarah was horrified and clutched Michael closer to her. "I didn't mean what I said, you can't take him!" She cried out backing away.

"Tsk, tsk." The man scolded, wagging his finger disapprovingly at her. "You know the rules of the game, Sarah. Once you've called out to me there is no sending me away unless you get through my Labyrinth." There was a sharp note in his warning that caused the room to chill. Suddenly Sarah realized that Michael was no longer in her arms. Whirling around, she was shocked to see goblins roaming the room. Running through the door, she ran right into the Goblin King.

He smiled at her and held out his hand. "I have a gift for you." Cupped in his hand was a beautiful crystal ball. Sarah's eyes opened wide as she stared at the ball. "What is it?" She asked, lifting her finger to touch it. Quickly the Goblin King snatched it out of her grasp. "It can show you every dream that you could ever dream." He explained, satisfied by the enchanted look in her eyes. "And it's all yours if you just give up on getting your brother back." Sarah blinked quickly, the crystal suddenly losing all charm.

"I see I am going to have to explain it again." He lamented as she retreated into the room. He followed her flanked by his goblins. Sarah turned to run out the back door but somehow he was behind her. "How..." She wrinkled her eyebrows in confusion. Samson was upstairs going crazy, barking and growling above her.
"Sarah, Sarah, Sarah." He sighed, disappointed. "Don't you understand? It's magic!" He smiled maniacally and grabbed her arm. In a rush of light, the house fell away and Sarah found herself alone with the Goblin King. They were standing on a hill, a barren landscape below. In the distance, she could see a castle surrounded by high walls. "It's just like my dream." She breathed, amazement mixing with fear.

"Or was it a dream?" The sultry voice murmured in her ear, his breath tickling her face. Sarah turned to the Goblin King. "Where is he? Where's my brother?" She demanded. He smiled again, his eyes sparkling in delight. For just a moment, she saw that there was just a hint of sadness in them. "He's there, in my castle." He pointed over her head.

She looked at the castle again, despair filling her. "Shall I remind you of the rules?" He inquired. Sarah looked at him, questions in her face. "You have exactly thirteen hours to get through my Labyrinth and get your brother back. Oh, but don't think it will be so easy!" He warned as hope filled her eyes. "There are many dangers that lay before you. So you best be on guard. Tick,tick." At the wave of his hand, a large clock appeared and began to chime. Sarah ran down the hill as Jareth watched from above. "Don't disappoint me again." He muttered under his breath as he watched her from the top.

As she ran, her foot caught on a root and she flew forward, rolling down the rest of the way. She fell into a heap at the bottom and lay there for a moment, dazed. Glancing at the castle, hopelessness filled her and she buried her face in her hands. "Oh, Michael, I'm so sorry!" She whispered to the stale air. After a minute, she wiped her face with grimy hands and stood to her feet. Apart from being a little bruised, she didn't feel like she'd broken any bones. Well, at least that's something. She thought, as she gauged the distance to the opening of the labyrinth.

She started off walking quickly but before long she was running. The whole time she could hear the clock chiming behind her adding to the urgency she already felt. The path seemed to stretch on and on like something never-ending. Finally she had to take a break and catch her breath. Leaning over, she breathed heavily, despair once again threatening her. Glancing up, she realized that the castle was just a short jaunt ahead.

Hearing a noise, she looked up and saw a large white owl flying overhead. Confused, she began walking again. Soon she reached a path that lead to a wall, easily four times higher than any wall she'd seen. There was wasn't a entrance that was visible to her, so she began to walk around the wall. Sarah had only gone a short way when she spotted a figure ahead of her. Increasing her speed, she realized that it was a very small man with outlandish eyebrows. "Excuse me, can you help me?" She called out as she approached him.

"Where'd you come from?" He demanded, his wrinkled face untrusting. She was a little taken aback, but still responded. "I lost my brother and I need to find him." Her large brown eyes looked pleading at him. He avoided her eyes and shook his head. "I can't help you, girly. Best to give up now and accept the gift He's offering." Sarah shook her head. "I can't - I won't!" She cried out. The little man began to walk away but then turned back. "You need to ask the right questions."

Sarah stared at him, completely befuddled by him. Sighing, he walked to her and looked her intently in the eyes. "What do you want?" Her eyebrows knit together. "To find the door to get into the labyrinth." The little man shook his head, exasperated. He took a deep breath and stared at her harder. She swallowed slowly. "I just want to get in the Labyrinth." She said, voice quivering with despair.

There was a slight humming in the air and the little man's wrinkly face broke into a smile as he looked beyond her at the wall. Sarah turned around to look and shock hit her. Where there was once stone now stood a large wooden door. She had found the way in!