Double


Sarah was pooped. With her days spent at the university, her remaining waking and sleeping hours spent Underground learning, dreaming, and creating, she found herself tired. A lot.

Sarah stumbled into the perfect replica of her home, a thankfully sturdy construction not consisting of junk.

"Scrabble?" A courtly voice queried.

"I hate that one. Chinese checkers!"

"Wuaagh!"

She wasn't certain how, but she was sure she had Jareth to thank for her friends' return.

"Not tonight, fellows, I believe I was promised a game of three-dimensional chess."

The same Jareth who had apparently commandeered her settee.

One game wouldn't hurt.