Jareth was feeling pretty pleased with himself as he walked into Sarah's living room, and it must have showed. Sarah grinned maliciously at him and cut him off before he could speak.

"Don't look so pleased with yourself Goblin King. I know you're just dying to tell me something, probably something that will piss me off, but it'll have to wait. If you're so determined to be here, you're going to have to sit through the crash and burn with me. 13 hours in a Labyrinth is nothing." Sarah quickly turned on her heel and plopped down on the couch.

"What exactly did you have in mind?" he asked. He sat next to her on the couch; not too close, certainly not touching, but enough to make his presence felt. Sarah, for her part, didn't even seem to notice. He wasn't worried, though. After all, what could she possibly have in store for him that would equal the hell she was hinting at? Then he looked around a little more carefully. This was not the living room he was used to seeing through the window. In place of the random toys that Toby often left littering the house there were a box of tissues, a stack of videos, and a tub of ice cream with a very large spoon resting on top of it. He quickly turned his gaze back to Sarah, only to find her watching him with a half- hidden smirk.

"I'm sorry, what exactly is a 'crash and burn'?" he asked.

"This is where I, due to some stressful circumstances in my life right now, undergo some intentional emotional masochism. The idea behind it is that I allow myself to wallow in self-pity now, and that way I get it over with and move on. Crash and burn. And you get to suffer right along with me." Sarah was positively beaming at him by this point. It seemed to Jareth that this had less to do with her misery than it did with his.

"So what does this 'crash and burn' entail?" He didn't need to ask; he'd seen her weapons of mass destruction laid out on the coffee table in front of him.

"Oh, just about 3 hours or so of sad chick-flicks. And ice cream, but you can't have any of that." As if to prove her point she grabbed the carton of ice cream and placed it on her lap.

"Wait a second! Why not? I at least gave you a peach when you ran through my gauntlet."

Sarah, in turn, gave him the finger.

"I just assumed you'd be watching your girlish figure. Besides, my torture, my rules. Now shut-up and turn off the light."

Jareth switched off the lamp sitting next to him as Sarah started the first movie. Something titled "Truly, Madly, Deeply" began to play, and, after watching the heroine begin sobbing in the first five minutes, Jareth realized he was in for a very long night.