Disclaimers: If you think I own anything of or in the Labyrinth, you are a fool

Disclaimers: If you think I own anything of or in the Labyrinth, you are a fool. 'Nuff said.

A/N: Okay, this struck me tonight, without provocation. I've been experiencing a brief bout of writer's block, along with melancholy over everything that has happened. Blame me not for this story, or what effect it has on you. It is what was given to me, and now I give it to you. Please accept my gift graciously.

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Memorial

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            It had been fifteen years since Sarah Williams had visited the Labyrinth. Fifteen years since she had allowed her dreams to take over her reality. So much had happened, so much had changed.

            That night, after returning from the Labyrinth, she had stayed up until all hours, partying with her friends. After that, Hoggle stayed to help her clean up. They talked until dawn broke, and he had to return. Sarah had sighed and said goodbye. She missed the dwarf already.

            She kept in touch with her friends, on and off, throughout the rest of her high school years. But she gave up her dream of acting, deciding that she had better have more solid plans. She got interested in law, seeing nothing more solid than that.

            The last time she saw her friends from the Labyrinth was the day that she had moved out of her childhood home, and left for college in Massachusetts. She told them all that she loved them, but needed to focus on her studies. She was growing up, but would always remember them. And she'd see them again one day.

            The real reason she sent them away, though, was that she could hear the Labyrinth calling to her. It was in her blood, forever. She had been drawn in, forever would her mind wander back to that enchanted land. And she missed the arrogant King. No doubt she had met many men who matched and even surpassed his arrogance in law school, but the King's had been tempered with a kindness she had not recognized. She wondered if he still thought of her.

            She had attempted relationships, but never had a truly successful one. Her mind would always compare her current beau to the Goblin King, and, as expected, the new ones never matched up. She wondered if she'd ever get over him.

After law school, she got a job with a law firm in Boston. A good job, she was well paid. But it never fulfilled her the way acting had. She wondered if anything ever would.  

            Now she was thirty, and tired of the life she had been living. She had suppressed her dreams for far too long. She wanted to act, and she would no longer let any inhibitions stand in her way. Her decision was made. She gave two-week notice to the employers at her dead-end job.

She took one last glance in the mirror, hoping that on this day, her dreams would come true. Her mind flashed briefly to the Labyrinth, even after all these years. She shook herself mentally, and focused on her future. She was going to Los Angeles, to fulfill her childhood dream.

She rushed to the airport, to catch her early midweek flight. She checked her ticket one last time, to make sure she had the right gate. American Airlines flight 11, headed from Boston, MA to Los Angeles.

She settled into her seat, and drifted off after the plane had ascended. A lingering thought plagued her mind. The date… it's 9-1-1…She wasn't sure what happened next, everything was a blur.

Sarah was never to know the full story of what happened. But as the Boeing 767 crashed into the north tower of the World Trade Center, Sarah did see one thing that gave her the greatest sense of relief.

Everything went black, then the dark faded away, revealing a tall, regal man, his hand extended to her. Her dreams really had come true. The only worthy queen was finally going home.