When the wind died, Sarah found that they were cast once again, into darkness and she released her hold on Jack. He hesitated before letting go. There was a pause and then the door was pulled open and she could make out the shape of Jack in front of her, backlit by the light of the club.

"Come," he muttered, "we haven't much time." Sarah slipped passed him and Jack didn't look at her as he led the way to the staircase on the other side of the stage. He held his hand out to her to help her climb the stairs in her heels, and she was grateful for the assistance. His skin was soft but cold and she flushed as she remembered the touch of his mouth on her neck, the contrast between the hot and cold had been exhilarating.

They reached the top of the stairs and he released her quickly, the balcony was clear, but for a single table.

"Have a seat." Jack said softly and she cast him a curious look, but he turned avoiding her gaze, and made his way to the bar. She stared after him for a moment, and then walked to the table, taking a seat. There were two other chairs before her. A moment later Jack returned and placed a champagne flute in front of her. He took one of the empty seats and took a large swallow from his own glass. Sarah eyed him thoughtfully. He seemed to be purposefully avoiding her gaze, but as they were alone on the balcony, she could do little but stare at him.

Tonight I'll lose you… He'd seemed so sure of it. How? How was he going to lose her? He'd said that she would hate him, but she couldn't think why. There was nothing she could think of that would make her hate this man. She bit her lip in concentration. She knew that he was working for Jareth, but couldn't give her the details. She had never questioned Jareth about why he was really here, he'd said he wanted to make her desperate… desperate for him. But what role could Jack possibly play in that? And she knew, sure as he sat before her, that whatever he was going to do was at Jareth's request… didn't she? Isn't that what he'd said? She felt confused. She couldn't trust Jareth, but could she trust Jack? She hardly knew him, it'd been what 3 weeks, four? That's hardly enough time to know someone.

He'd said he loved her. Could he really after so little time? Did she love him? She mulled the thought over in her mind… No. She didn't think that she did, but she might, one day. Most of the time she'd known him she didn't even know who he really was? You can't love someone that you don't know. She didn't believe in love at first sight. She tore her eyes from him and picked up her drink. She swirled the light pink liquid around, but didn't feel like taking a drink. She knew it was alcohol, and she needed to keep a clear head. As she sat, contemplating her feelings for the man in front of her, she became aware of a change in atmosphere around her.

"Have a drink, Sarah." Jack said, finally meeting her eyes. The look he gave her was hard, gone was the warmth from earlier, when they'd been alone. She shook her head and he narrowed his eyes.

"I need to keep a clear head." She murmured and one corner of his mouth lifted in amusement.

"Alcohol free," he reassured her, "promise." She gave him a look, considering, and she reached for the drink, hesitantly and took a small sip. Peaches, of course, but she could detect no trace of alcohol. She took a larger swallow and relaxed slightly. He looked away from her and she slid her own gaze down, watching the bubbles raise up inside the flute. After a moment, she realized that the club had gone silent. She stood and turned towards the rail of the balcony, looking down at the floor below, she realized that it was vacant, she and Jack seemed to be the only people left in the club. She turned towards him.

"Where'd everyone go?" She asked him, but he only shrugged in reply. She eyed him warily, but he seemed unconcerned.

"Come," he said insistently, "finish your drink, it's almost time." With one last glance at the empty club, Sarah returned to her seat, clutching her purse to her nervously. She finished her drink slowly. Empty and quiet, the club felt eerie and she was getting uncomfortable. Jack stood suddenly.

"I'll get you another." He said quietly, walking away to the bar before Sarah could protest. She didn't want another drink. She wanted to know what was happening. She opened her clutch, reaching inside for her phone to check the time, but instead of her phone, her hand closed around the box, containing the pendant from Jareth. She pulled it out, considering. What could it hurt? Jareth had given it to her, surely he expected her to wear it. She knew that it had to be near ten. She flipped the lid open and carefully removed the odd shaped pendant. The diamonds scattered throughout, glittered beautifully in the soft twinkling lights. Carefully she undid the clasp and slipped it around her neck, securing the chain behind her neck. It fell perfectly, the bottom of it, just brushing the top of her cleavage. An unexplained shiver ran up her spine and she felt for a moment, a sense of fulfillment, but it passed quickly and she dismissed it.

A moment later, Jack returned with her refill and placed it before her. She reached for it and took a drink, Jack stood beside her, waiting, for what she didn't know. A minute passed and Sarah began to feel funny. Her head swam and her vision blurred slightly. She shook her head lightly, trying to clear the fog away, but the movement only worsened her symptoms.

"What…" she trailed off as the room spun around her, "Jack," she muttered, zeroing in on his face, "Jack, what have you done?" Then everything went black.