Jareth stared down at Sarah, watching as she slept, unsure how to tell her what Saffina had told him earlier. The distress he felt in that moment had no equal; how was he supposed to tell her that their baby was going to die? As he pondered this, curious how he could possibly approach this situation, Sarah woke up. "Jareth?" She whispered his name as she opened her eyes, looking directly at him as she tried to sit up. "What time is it? I fell asleep after my exam."

"Midnight, I think," Jareth answered her with a soft whisper.

"Did you speak to Saffina?" Sarah inquired as he helped her sit up, propping some pillows behind her back to make her comfortable.

"Yes…" He answered her with a painful tone in his voice.

Even in the darkness, he could tell Sarah was reading his expression. He didn't have to say another word before tears began to swell in her eyes. "The baby is going to die, isn't it?" She asked him, even thought she could already see the answer in his face. Jareth said nothing, he simply nodded. Immediately Sarah began to sob, screaming as the tears fell down her cheeks. "There's nothing she can do?"

"The baby is in pain," Jareth explained to her, "It's struggling to survive. That's why you're so sick, because it's taking what it needs to stay alive from you...If we do nothing, you die, then the baby will die anyway…The only way to keep you alive, is-"

"To terminate?" Sarah asked, as if she knew exactly where the conversation was going.

"Yes." Jareth spoke with a flat tone.

"Then I'll die." Sarah insisted.

"What?" Jareth looked at her with a blank expression, trying to understand her sudden insistence.

"I can't live if it means killing my own child." Sarah explained. "I'd rather die than live knowing I made a decision to kill my baby in order to save myself."

"Sarah, you can't-"

"Do you really want to stop me?" Sarah accused as she looked away from him. "I've known for some time now, that you really don't love me anymore. Honestly, I've known the entire time, I just denied it. I told myself there was no way you could ever stop loving me, but deep down I've always known the truth. I don't know what happened to make you stop loving me, but I know the thought of me dying hardly upsets you as much as you'll pretend once I'm gone and buried in the ground. But, I know you're heartbroken for this baby. I could tell, from the moment we found out I was pregnant that you were so excited…you would have made an excellent father, and even though I knew you no longer loved me I was excited to share this baby with you and I'm sorry you won't get that chance now."

"Sarah…I…I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything." Sarah insisted. "Just tell Saffina that we appreciate her help, but we'll no longer need her assistance. I won't choose my own life over the life of my baby."

A week had gone by since Sarah had made her choice, but Saffina remained in the castle just in case Sarah changed her mind. Sarah was getting worse every day, unable to hold down any food and vomiting up blood. Jareth rarely left her side, and whenever he did he insisted someone stay with her-knowing it wouldn't be much longer and not wanting her to die alone. The entire castle was on edge; hell, the entire city was. It was basically a countdown, a constant wondering of how much longer she could last in her condition.

Asha read her book, sitting perfectly still in her seat near the bed in fear of making the smallest of noises and disturbing Sarah as she slept. Jareth was in his study, enduring some demanded "me time" by Asha's insistence; she could see what this was doing to him, and he needed some space to just be alone with his thoughts. As Asha slowly turned the page of her book, she heard Sarah stirring in the bed. "Jareth?" She whispered out with a frail voice.

"It's Asha," She quickly sat her book down and leaned forward to place her hand on Sarah's head. "You're burning up, do you want some water?"

"Why? I'll just throw it back up." Sarah insisted as she moved her head away out from under Asha's palm.

"Well, that's not a very optimistic attitude." Asha commented, trying to sound as chipper as possible in hopes of improving Sarah's mood.

"What's there to be optimistic about?" Sarah rebutted as she struggled to roll her body onto its side. Asha stood up, placing her hands on Sarah's back and helping her reposition herself. "I'm just ready for this all to be over."

"I know," Asha whispered as she stroked Sarah's hair before returning to her seat, "And it will be soon."

"Can you tell me something Asha?"

"Of course."

"I've heard whispers, mentions of someone…another human, a girl, that Jareth had brought to the Goblin City before he brought me back…Who was she?"

Asha fell silent for a moment, unsure of what to say. It had been so long since she had thought of Elle; she could barely even remember her face. "Her name was Elle," Asha began, unsure of what else to really say now. "She died a long time ago."

"He loved her, didn't he?" Sarah asked, taking Elle completely off guard.

"I'm…I'm not sure-"

"Yes you are. You don't think I've heard the rumors? I know you and Rowna disagreed with me returning, you especially because you thought Elle was his true love."

"Where did you hear that?"

"When you're basically kept prisoner in a castle filled with loud mouth goblins, you pick up a few things here and there…Now tell me, did he love her?"

"I was telling the truth, I'm not really sure. I would like to think he did, but only he knows the answer to that." Asha insisted. "Why do you ask?"

"He talks in his sleep sometimes, do you know that? He says her name a lot, calls out to her, cries for her…It didn't start to happen until after we were married, after I think he realized he didn't love me like he thought, which must have been when he realized he must have loved her…How did she die?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"To take my mind off what's happening."

"By learning about how Elle died?"

"Just tell me, Asha, please."

"She was beaten to death, by centaurs."

"Is that why Jareth killed them all?"

"No, he found out after." Asha explained. "I don't see how this is helping," Asha insisted, "Besides, Jareth should be back any moment and I'm afraid he might walk in while we're talking about this."

"He doesn't ever talk about her to you?"

"No, not in a very long time." Asha explained.

"I need to tell you something," Before Sarah could continue the bedroom door opened and Jareth walked in, leaving the door opened behind him as he entered the room. "There you are," Sarah's entire tone changed, suddenly now she sounded happy as she set her sights on Jareth. "I missed you."

"How are you feeling?" He asked her with a heartbroken smile, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching up to take a hold of her hand.

"I'm hungry." Sarah answered simply as he helped her sit up.

"I can have Ellis bring you something if you want to try to eat." Jareth insisted.

"That sounds great." Sarah spoke as she tried her best to muster a smile. Then, she cut her eyes to Asha, her eyes held such an intense look of agony. Asha could tell it wasn't just physical pain manifesting her Sarah's eyes, but mental and emotional turmoil. "I need to tell you something." Sarah had said; and as Sarah looked at Asha now, Asha's thoughts burned with the question,

"What does she have to tell me?"