2. We're Off to Run the Labby!

They where spat out on /the/ hill.

"Turn back before it's to late."

"I can't, Red...you don't have to come. You didn't wish anything..."

"I do. It's all my fault."

"No, it's my fault."

"On the country, my dears, you /both/ wished the child away, so you /both/ have to agree to run my Labyrinth to get him back."

"I didn't mean it!" they both chorused.

He smirked sarcastically, "what's said is said."

"Ha, you repeat...OW!" Redaura rubbed her bruising foot that Star had just stomped on.

"You have thirteen hours..." Jareths voice faded away with the clock, leaving them.

"What!" a pissed off Star spluttered. "No dreams, no clichés, no nothing!"

"Nothing...? Nothing...? Nothing...! Tra la la!" They giggled, to soon calming to look seriously at each other.

"I'm sorry," Redaura said awkwardly.

"Don't worry. It's not /your/ fault!"

"It's not yours!"

"Oh, lets kick ass!"

"Yeah!" Redaura laughed and skipped and skidded down the hill squawking "WE'RE OFF TO RUN THE LABBY! THE WONDERFULL LABBY OF J'S!"

"Yea!" Star joined in, skipping after her.

***

Jareth looked from his castle, wondering what he had let in and hoping feverishly that it wasn't contagious.