"Well Farrah, I'd better get going. Got lots to do. College, you know." Toby said. "Yah, bye." Farrah said sadly. She was about to break the connection when Toby spoke, as if voicing an afterthought. "Oh, Farrah," "What?" she asked curiously. "Don't get any wack ideas about the Labyrinth." "What do you mean?" she asked, confused. "Well, I think Sarah was going to wait to tell you about the Labyrinth. I just felt it couldn't wait any longer." Toby revealed. "Why would she wait to tell me that? It doesn't seem logical." Farrah countered. "Lord knows Farrah." Toby replied truthfully. "Well, bye." He said. "Bye." She said sadly: she hated hanging up on Toby. "Sure, I know how you hate to hang up. See ya later." And they hung up.

"Bryon is something wrong?" Jareth asked. Bryon had been staring out the window for hours. His book lay beside him, forgotten. The pages of the book were being blown in the wind. Something had to be up: Bryon hardly ever abandoned a book he hadn't finished. "I miss earth. And I want to look for her." Bryon said, without waiting for Jareth to repeat his words.

Jareth knew what Bryon was talking about, as to missing earth. His dad had died before he'd been born, and his mother a month after. So, still on earth, some handpicked caretakers raised him. But the volcano in town had claimed the caretakers, so Jareth brought Bryon to live here.