Sarah was smiling as she started entering her town. She was almost home. It seemed so long ago since she been home.

She passed the park and her smile fell. She hadn't heard from Jareth. She had opened herself up to him and he didn't even bother responding. I was wrong…I guess.

She shook it from her head as she pulled up her driveway. She parked the car and looked up at the old house. It was same. She smiled looking at it. She grabbed one of her suitcases from her trunk and made her way to the door.

"Hello anyone home?" she called out as she entered the hall. Her parents told her that her car would be at the airport so she could drive herself home because they were busy. It had irritated her at first but some silence helped her. She put her bag down and walked to the kitchen to see if Karen or her dad had left a note.

"SURPRISE!" a bunch of people all packed into the small kitchen yelled as she turned on the light.

xxxx

"How goes the job search?" asked Karen a few days later.

"It's going," she sighed as she stood on the other side of the kitchen counter watching Karen cut onions.

Karen smiled weakly at her, "Oh I forgot to mention you got mail the other day. I guess with all the excitement with you being home." Karen put down the knife and grabbed the small piece of paper. She held it up to Sarah smiling, "It looks like it is from a secret admirer."

"Really? How can you tell?" she laughed.

"Well it smells nice. You know young men used to write me pretty verses and then sprayed their cologne on the paper."

Sarah made a face. "That's too much information." She grabbed the letter and looked down at it. Her eyes widen at the sight of front. In her best Southern belle impression she held her hand up dramatically, "Lordy, I think you are right! I won't become an old maid after all. I must away to my room to respond to the dear gentleman asking for my hand."

She left Karen in the kitchen laughing. Sarah was shaking when she got to her room and closed the door behind her. She rested on the closed door and opened the letter.

Dear precious Sarah,

I hope my letter finds you well. It should appear in the journal I gave you but since your letter did not appear in mine I question the service of its delivery to you.

This brings me to the contents of your letter. (Sarah let out a gulp. It wasn't sounding good.) You are right. We should discuss what we want to do.

I love you, very much. It was a struggle to just be your friend because I always wanted so much more. You are wrong however on one condition. It is I that should have said something. Or at least made sure you were old enough to understand. I had offered you myself when you were fifteen only to be rejected. It was foolish because I knew you were too young to understand. But I was so taken by you the moment I first laid eyes on you.

I wish to talk to you at your house on the thirteenth of February for dinner, if that is convenient. I await your reply.

Yours truly,

Jareth

She looked up at herself in the mirror. He had replied. He wanted to do something about their position. She looked back at when he wanted to come over. February 13th! That's today!