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.
