Sarah takes one second to decide that people suck. Really, really suck.
In particular, Michael Knolbrook sucks.
She knows that she's supposed to be the adult (she is twenty one, almost twenty two by now) but it is just so difficult when the creep openly leers at her from the other side of the courtyard.
Admiring, she guesses that she can handle. Leaving sweet notes in her mailbox she also wouldn't mind, but Michael takes it just a little too far a new letter every day that she doesn't even really bother to read anymore. Most of the time she just throws them out.
It's a little hard to handle, and she wonders every now and then if she's acting abnormally—after all, she never really dated in high school, and she was too busy in college. And now she's scrambling to secure a job at one of the local elementary schools.
It doesn't leave much time for dating… Or time travelling by wishes, but she hushes the part of her that thinks that. Sarah will make time.
But she brings herself back to Michael Knolbrook. He's sitting at her little kitchen table with a grin on his face that just screams his door works just fine, thank you, and he's not locked out from his phone and computer. Just by coincidence, of course, he's taken pains to assure her.
"Mrs. Bailey lives just down the hall. Sorry, Michael, I've got to be somewhere soon." It's not a lie—she really does have to be somewhere soon.
That place just happens to be a labyrinth.
She can feel the urge to make a wish growing; it's almost like an itch, like the place itself (or Jareth, maybe, she thrills to think) is calling her back. She always, always gives in, and so far she has always, always been able to visit, at least for a little.
"No problem, Sarah. If you need me to, I could drive you." He offers amiably.
"Thanks, Michael, but no. I don't need a ride."
She rocks back and forth on her heels nervously as they stand in the doorway.
"If you ever do need a ride…"
"Thanks, Michael. I'll keep that in mind. Bye."
"Bye, Sarah."
"Bye." She stresses. Every time she opens her mouth it grows harder and harder not to I wish something and she really doesn't want to disappear right in front of Michael. Or wish him away.
But finally, finally he is gone, and the second her door is closed, she wishes.