Together: What's Said is Said.

Silence.

Dark.

Sarah opened her eyes; she had no idea where she was, only that Ludo, Hoggle and Didymis were gone. Or rather, she was gone, certainly she was no longer in her apartment.

"Why have you called for me?" a commanding, accented voice asked in the darkness.

Sarah's eyes closed again. Jareth's voice, she didn't need to see him to know, she'd dreamed of that voice too often to mistake it. "I." she faltered. Really, what could she tell him? That she'd longed to come back all her life, but she was afraid to? That even Toby had turned his back on her? That she was so devastatingly lonely that it was return to his world or die? "I wanted to come back," she said lamely, sounding shakier than she'd hoped.

Jareth suddenly appeared before her, dressed in flowing black, looking exactly as she remembered him. Her heart leapt. "You think there is a place in my kingdom for you?" he asked bitterly. Sarah could see that his handsome face was contorted with scorn. "You defeated me. Why should I take you in now?"

She drew a breath and reached her hand to him, brushing the tips of her fingers against the silk of his shirt. He flinched slightly, as if her touch pained him, but he did not move away. "I was young and foolish," she said softly, her eyes locked on his, "I did not know what winning meant. If I could go back."

Now he did pull away. "There is no going back. And this is not a fairy tale."

"Fairy tales are for children," Sarah replied, "I am no longer a child." She reached towards him again, amazed by her own boldness.

Suddenly Jareth swept her into his arms, pressing his lips against hers. His kiss was passionate, urgent, and Sarah felt her knees weaken. Oh, it had been so long, so very long since she'd felt a man's touch against her skin. She wound her arms around him, her fingers tangling in his golden hair as she pulled him closer.

As abruptly as he'd kissed her, Jareth broke the contact, pushing her away with surprising fury. "Really, Sarah," he said caustically, "I'm shocked! Such behavior from a decent young woman." His voice lingered on the word decent, making it sound insulting.

She squared her shoulders. "You flatter yourself, thinking I only returned for you," she said, forcing herself to hold his gaze, fearful that he'd see through her.

Jareth sneered, taking her wrist in his gloved hand. He studied the cut she'd made, lightly tracing its shape with his fingertips before looking back into her face. "Do you think I don't know why you've come? Do you doubt for one moment that I've always known?" With a flick of his wrist, a crystal appeared at his fingertips. He held it before her.

To her surprise, Sarah saw her own empty living room in its depths. "You've watched me?" she cried, feeling embarrassed, horrified. "You monster!"

Jareth laughed, tossing the crystal in the air where it vanished like a popped bubble. "Oh, Sarah, what a pity you chose to leave!" He stroked her cheek with a leather-clad finger, his face almost wistful. "You might have spared yourself years of pain. Now what are you?" His face contorted with anger, "a weak, fearful divorcee with bloody fingers. There is nothing you have to offer me."

Tears pricked at the back of Sarah's eyes, but she was too angry to cry. "How dare you say such things? If you hate me so, then send me home!"

He laughed again, cruelly. "Such a home to send you to! What's said is said, Sarah, and if you wish to go home, you must find your way to the castle. You have thirteen hours. And don't think that it will be easier since you've been through it before. The Labyrinth is different every time." He touched her cheek again. "And Sarah...you may find my Labyrinth to be quite a different thing, now that you've left childhood behind." His laughter echoed in her ears as he faded from sight.