R is for Reprieve
Unfortunately, Sarah could only afford to go a few times a year, so she took her time and enjoyed it. It acted as a reprieve from everything: School, work, magic, bird-brained boyfriends whose idea of romance was to show her a giant nest he'd painstakingly built.
She still didn't know what to make of that, but she'd worry about it later.
And seeing as how his subjects visited daily, she couldn't figure out why they never followed her here. Maybe there was too much metal around and it messed up their magic. Maybe Jareth sensed that she needed a break from the craziness of his world and kept everyone away- including himself.
She never bothered to ask. She didn't want to know.
And she never would have tried this in the first place if her father hadn't given her a certificate with the words of "honestly, Sarah you need to live a little- add some adventure to your life."
If he only knew.
She straightened her goggles, double-checked her flight suit and tightened the strap on her helmet. Tucking a loose strand of her dark hair back into a messily tied ponytail, she stepped into the chamber and gave the attendant thumbs up, signaling that she was ready.
The door locked shut with an audible 'clink', and after a few minutes the column of wind started. Sarah felt herself lift off the floor- a shriek of pure delight escaped her lips as she rose higher and higher, splaying her limbs wide- keeping herself aloft.
Who knew that indoor skydiving could be an excellent escape?
Disclaimer: Jareth and Sarah belong to Jim Henson and Co.
A/N: I've never gone skydiving (indoor or otherwise), so this is just based on Internet research. And I was surprised at how inexpensive it is. About $80 for two sessions.