Chapter Three:

Sarah was on her knees beside the couch stroking Jareth's hair. Heather was about to tell her

that the compress probably needed changing. But the words from the warrior came back into her

mind. So she decided to say, he'll be fine.

"Do you really think so?" Sarah asked teary eyed.

"How long have you been in love with him?" Heather asked as she sat down on a chair, not

forgetting for an instant that the pale king could hear her.

"How did you know?"

"Body language, and the way you told that story. Few talk about antagonists in such a caring

way if they do not love them. So, how long?"

"It's hard to say, either from the first moment I saw him, or later when I dreamed of him."

"How come you never told me about all this?"

"Would you have believed me?"

"Point taken. They're not the same, those two. I can't say what's different about them, but

they're not the same. And they're not like you either."

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't know, Sarah, I don't know, my minds racing and I don't know why."

"Are you okay?"

"No."

"What's wrong?"

"I know the warrior's name."

"Really, what is it?"

"That's just it he didn't tell me."

"Then how do you know it?"

"I don't know. It's Justin."

"His name?"

"Yes."

"If he didn't tell you then how did you find it out?"

"I don't know, I think he did tell me."

"When?"

"Just now, up stairs."

"So, did he tell you or didn't he."

"I don't know."

"Are you okay?"

"I already said no."

"What's going on Heather?"

"Sarah, let me tell you what he said."

"Okay."

"He said, `Jareth isn't unconscious. He is healing his wounds. At the moment they are just

taking all his energy, but he can hear everything said to him, or about him. He is different than

me. But you and I are the same.' He was talking about him and me. Justin and I are the same but

Jareth, and you are different. From each other as well as from us. Whatever that means. I'm not

quite sure."

Sarah blinked her eyes not sure of what to say.

"He can hear me?"

"That's what Justin said."

" I wonder what he meant about you two being the same."

Heather rubbed her hand, and looked at it, saying nothing for a moment.

"I have an idea." With that said Heather stood up, "I'm going to sleep in your room tonight,

okay. You should stay with him. Incase he comes out of it."

"Okay, I will."