Much love to my friend, Ali, for giving me suggestions for this chapter. :P

Prompt: "Dream"

There was a new challenger for the Labyrinth—a young girl, Alison, had wished away (of all things) her nearly finished one hundred page college paper. He'd been honestly tempted just to hand it to her—god knows he knew what it was like to lose your homework to goblins—but rules were rules, and if she wanted it back, she was going to have to run for it.

She wasn't half bad as a Runner, considering the pace she set. Helpers were generally only needed when she hit trickier spots of the Labyrinth, although she did make a bad habit of stopping in the middle of a path just to complain to no one (she could see). He and Moppet shared a look of intense amusement when she did so, mainly because of all the other runners, she had done the best, and there she was, wasting precious time.

"You know," Toby mused to her, "I wonder if she's really trying to sabotage herself, or does Labyrinth just trick her into it?"

"I didn't know the Labyrinth could affect people's thoughts," Moppet commented, cocking her head to the side.

"I wouldn't put it past it," he answered, then frowned, and turned to look at the goblins congregating on one side of the throne room. "Where on earth did they get a unicycle from?"

"Hayley sent it."

But we don't know a Hayley, he thought, but then he shrugged, and went back to his crystal. When he looked into the crystal, he found that the Wisher had disappeared from view. He didn't have time to think on it long because there was a loud pounding on the door.

"I wonder who that could be?" Moppet mused aloud.

Toby gestured to a pair of goblins to open the door, but when they tried, the doors flew open, smashing them flat as pancakes into the wall. Oww, he thought sympathetically.

It was Alison, and she was riding on the back of an exhausted Wise Man, holding on to his talking hat to steady herself. She hopped off the wizened goblin's back just before he dropped, and stalked over to the throne.

"Oh my," Moppet sighed before he head floated away from her body like a balloon.

"Moppet!" Toby cried up to her. "Get back down here, we have a guest!"

"Sorry, dear," Moppet cooed back down to him, so he sighed, and turned to face the Challenger.

"I've finished your damn Labyrinth, now where's my homework?" Alison shouted, shaking her fist at him as she walked over.

Toby frowned then shrugged. "You know, you could have just re-printed it."

Alison stamped her foot. "I don't care, give it back!"

"Well, I would," he sighed, but then pointed to the floor. "But you are the one who hit the restart button."

Alison looked down to the massive red button on the floor, under her foot. "Oh. So I did."

Toby waved cheerfully as she disappeared, then turned back to his fiancée. "Moppet, who do you get back down here?"

She grinned at him. "You wake up."

Toby jolted awake, gasping as he sat up. After a moment he caught his breath, and then frowned as he fell back onto his bed. "Moppet, hun, I just had the weirdest dream."

She rolled over. He watched disconcertedly as her head, now tied to a string to her wrist, bobbed around like a helium balloon. "Even weirder this one?" she asked sleepily.

Toby grumbled then pinched himself. Hard.