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Sarah sat in front of her mirror, examining the black marks under her eyes. The night of restless sleep had left her drained and confused. She had to call on Him, but the thought of meeting face to face, it made her stomach churn. "You have to know!" She told her reflection. "But you have only been home for one night!" She argued with herself. "I have to know, he almost killed me, how do I know he didn't kill her?"
Moving to the window, Sarah stared out over the lawn, her father and stepmother were playing with Toby. They all looked so happy. Would they really care if she never returned, if the Goblin King held her prisoner forever? "I hope this works." She moved back to the dresser, sitting down in front of it again, eyes closed.
"Goblin King, Goblin King, where ever you may be,
Leave that place and come to me!"
She opened her eyes, heaving a sigh of relief. It hadn't worked she was still in front of the mirror in her room. She desperately wanted to know the truth, but not at the expense of having to meet Jareth again. It was all so confusing to her. Standing she once again found herself at the window her family still playing outside. Her father spotted her.
"Sarah, come and join us."
"I'll be down in a minute."
"Okay honey."
The picture lay on the cabinet beside her bed. "Maybe it's not worth knowing." She threw the picture into the bin as she left the room. "Saaaaraaaah."
Sarah flew back through the door. Someone had said her name. She was sure they had. It had been a whisper, a slight breeze, but she had heard it.
"Hello? Jareth?"
"Saaaaraaaah." She followed the sound of the whispers, they were coming from the bin. Sarah grabbed the picture of Jareth and her mother, staring at it in disbelief. The colours in the background were swirling and merging into one another, forming into a new picture. Sarah watched with wonder as the picture formed into one picture after another…her…the Labyrinth…her mother and Jareth…with a baby. Sarah's legs went weak and she fell, but the floor never came. She kept on falling and falling, until finally her limp body came to lie on cold hard concrete.
"The Queen has returned."