Sarah groaned as the doorbell rang again. They just got all of their furniture in, couldn't they have a chance to use it? Well, other than the counters, which were covered in various foods. "Hello?" The woman's face dropped.

"Uh... Welcome to the neighborhood... Are you Sarah Williams?" She nodded.

"Williams, soon to be Jones." Sarah grinned. "Are you a fan of the books?" The woman nodded, and Jareth sneaked up behind Sarah. The woman curtsied.

"My King." Sarah tilted her head.

"Uh... Would you like to come in?"

"Into the Goblin King's home?" The woman nodded, and stepped inside.

"What would give you the impression that he's the king?" The woman smiled, tucking her hair behind her pointed ear.

"My sister, her husband and I live in house number ten. We always take a few days off when there's a full moon..." She winked. "I'm a werewolf." Jareth smirked at Sarah's confused expression. "So, what are you doing out of the Goblin realm?" Jareth took Sarah's necklace out of her shirt. "Aww. That's sweet." She grinned, her slightly pointed teeth showing. "So, you just go there during the day?" Jareth nodded. "Do you have an apprentice?"

"No, not yet. She wished away her little brother... He was going to be an heir..." Sarah blushed.

"Well, my nephew, John, hasn't gone through the change yet, because he hasn't been to the realm. If you want, he could spend all his time there."

"Is it fine if he comes back on holidays? And some weekends? Because, and I'm sure you've read some of her short stories, she's not only fallen for me, but my kingdom..." Sarah blushed, looking up at him.

"That would be perfect!" She scribbled her number down. They talked for a little longer, but finally, she left, and Sarah was tired. It was only a little after seven in the evening, but this week had been hectic. She finally passed out watching re-runs of Seinfeld on the couch, and Jareth carried her up to their room.

In the morning, she sighed to the sunlight. The sunlight of the day before her wedding. She couldn't even imagine how she would feel on the day of her wedding.

Jareth would be gone the entire day, but her friends wouldn't let her see him anyway. No, while she was busy being girly, he was at an Underground strip club. And like they sound, those things were shady.

Sighing, she crawled out of bed. She knew Jareth would be gone, but breakfast would be in the microwave. She smiled, still in her nightie, and walked downstairs to get her waffles. She walked to the living room, and sat down in front of the television. She scrolled through the options, and finally found The Wall by Pink Floyd.

"Well, I'm ready not to sleep again for a month." She smiled, taking a big swig of orange juice. She was completely fine until the courtroom scene, with the anus judge, and the creepy charcoal person. She always hated that part, ever since she first saw it. Her mother was a little tipsy with her acting friends, and they were watching it. Sarah came in about five minutes before the judge came in.

She didn't sleep without a light for a week. And then, a month later, her mother left, so she buried The Wall inside her mind, until college, when, one day, Ambrosia's band did a Pink Floyd set.

She missed class for a week after that. She wouldn't even let Jareth in her room. Never ate, never drank, never used the bathroom... While anyone was around anyway. Finally, her hiding ended after Jareth made her call her mother. Her mother couldn't talk that much though, she was on set of a television show she was filming. Of course, they didn't get picked up, but she went on to another show, and they got picked up for two seasons before they renew, and they finally did, so she's working on it now, and Sarah was really nervous because she might not come to the wedding, because she's so far away, and she's working on a movie at the same time, and-

The wall breaking down jolted Sarah out of her thoughts, and she screamed.

After getting her heart rate back down, she went back to her room, got dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and got in the car. She drove the forty-five minutes to the city, and found Emily and Jen's apartment building. She made her way up to their flat, and knocked. She had only been here once, and for a short time. Usually the wedding planning went on at Mike and Aaron's, halfway across the city, but they were here today.

"Sarah!" Mike engulfed her in a hug. "Oh, what are those black circles?" He tsked. "That will not do! You're staying over here tonight, right? To prepare, and Jareth's staying Underground?" Sarah nodded, and Mike pulled her in. They got her some tea, and she drank it slowly.

"So..." She looked up at Emily. "How are you?"

Sarah shrugged. "I'm fine." Four pairs of eyes glared at her.

"Okay. You are the only one in this room who can get married legally in this state. And you are, already, technically. But you're not married until the ceremony. Which. Is. To-mo-row. And you're fine?"

"Look, I'm sorry!" She laughed. "I just don't like being waited on hand and foot."

"Well. That's good, because you're not going to use your hands or your feet until you walk down the aisle. Suck it up!" She rolled her eyes.

In the morning, Sarah was horrified. She was covered in makeup, in a gown that bore a striking resemblance to the one at the Crystal Ball, her hair was piled on her head, also like the ball, and she was tripping over her own feet in the heels Aaron made her wear. She wasn't even able to sit down for periods more than five minutes long, because they feared she would ruin the dress.

Her nails were shiny, and French-tipped perfectly, without any smudges or bubbles. It was only eight in the morning, and it didn't start until seven in the evening. Sarah rolled her eyes, settling further into the couch. "Don't wrinkle!" She flipped Aaron off, and he laughed. "No, but seriously honey, you wrinkle and I'll slit your throat."