Sarah walked into the solarium on Christian's arm for breakfast.

"Ah, Ms. Williams, I trust that you recovered from your shock last night," Mrs. Jenkins said.

"Yes. Christian answered my questions and alleviated my worries upon my waking," Sarah replied.

"Christian is a dear, isn't he?" Mrs. Jenkins complimented.

"Mother, it is too early to get sentimental," Christian said with only a slightly strained voice.

"Breakfast is served buffet style. The food is on the side table, please help yourselves," Mr. Jenkins announced. Sarah walked over to the side table and grabbed a plate. She placed a bagel on top and scooped out some butter for it. Then she grabbed some fruit and walked back to the table.

"Mummy! Mummy! I want a poppytart! Can I have a poppytart?" the youngest boy said while running into the room.

"What's a poppytart?" Sarah whispered to Christian.

"I believe Daniel means 'pop-tart,'" Christian responded.

"Yes, Daniel, you may have a pop-tart," Mrs. Jenkins said, " Maxwell, will you bring out the pop-tarts for the children?"

"Yes, Madame," Maxwell said and went to go get the breakfast pastries.

"Christian! You're still here!" Daniel exclaimed and ran over to his brother.

"Yes, Danny-boy, I haven't left yet. Now, where are your siblings?" Christian asked.

"Mary is taking forever! She wouldn't let Aña get into the bathroom so she had to use mine," Danny complained.

"Yes, women do take a long time after they turn 16 don't they?" Christian mused.

A little girl came skipping into the room dragging an unenthusiastic older boy behind her.

"Morning, Mummy! Morning, Daddy! Morning, Christian! Hi, Miss Sarah!" the girl said as she went over to make her breakfast. Sarah finished her breakfast and sat back to drink some tea.

"You're chipper today, Aña," Mr. Jenkins noted.

"Mother, Mary was just finishing her hair when I left," the older boy informed.

"Thank you, Dimitri. I'm sure she'll be down soon," Mrs. Jenkins responded.

The older girl finally traipsed into the solarium and got her breakfast. She silently sat down. She only looked up when she noticed everyone staring at her.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" she asked.

"You're half an hour late," Mr. Jenkins said.

"Sarah doesn't even take that long to get ready," Christian added. Sarah glared at him.

"Now children, I think it's time you formally introduce yourself to Miss Williams," Mrs. Jenkins said.

"Hi! I'm Danny and I'm six," the youngest boy said and held up five fingers. He had short brown hair and bright green eyes that almost burned with curiosity. He was small, but reminded Sarah so much of Toby.

"My name is Anastasia. I'm seven. Everyone calls me Aña," the youngest girl said with a smile. She had long black hair with purple eyes. She had a sweet looking face.

"I'm Mary and I'm 16," the next girl said. She had long, wavy blonde hair with blue eyes.

"I am Dimitri. I am 17 and I don't need a Nanny," the older boy said. He had short black hair and gray eyes. He had a no nonsense feeling about him.

"Dimitri, how could you not want a Nanny? I'm 26 and I would love to have Miss Williams be my Nanny," Christian said with a wink. Dimitri's eyes went wide.

"Ewww! Christian that sounds so wrong!" Mary commented.

"Well, I'm very glad to meet all of you. I'm sure we'll get along nicely and I look forward to being your nanny," Sarah said trying to salvage the conversation.

"Sarah, you will begin the children's studies after breakfast. Christian will sit in today and help show you where everything is," Mr. Jenkins said, "Occasionally Maxwell will drop in to check on how you're doing and make sure that you're keeping up with the curriculum."

Jareth finally gave the twins back to the runner. He was glad for this trying experience to be over. He trudged back to his room. When he looked into the mirror, he didn't recognize himself. His hair was messier than usual. There was spit up on his shirt. His makeup was smudged down his face by little hands. I will never have more than one kid. That was pure hell. I look like I've been through hell too, Jareth grimaced. He stripped and ran some hot water for a bath. He sunk into the tub until he was underwater. When his lungs burned for air he came back up and let his head rest on the edge of the tub as the struggles of the day slowly began to melt away.