If you're not one of the reviewers, and you don't want to read this, skip ahead to the asterisks. Ok, first of all I want to thank everyone for the constructive criticisms they sent me. For those of you who brought up the common complaints (aka: Why the hell are Karen and Sarah getting along??? And the "What's up with Sarah wanting to be a politician" I have an answer to both. First of all, in my mind Karen represents the loss of the dreamer in Sarah. When in a household where there are two of opposite minds, it comes down to this: Physical fights, or one person giving in. Usually, it is the child that gives in to the elder, and crushes their own dreams to make life within the household bearable. I have seen this happen within many families, my own included. When a dreamer has an authority who abhors dreaming, the dreamer is usually forced to stop dreaming. This makes the dreamer's life at home easier to endure, and is sometimes mistaken for happiness. Now, the Politician remarks I have received. Yes, I have made Sarah's goal to be a politician. Now, like Karen, I see politicians as the 'anti-fantasy' in the world. Within the last three years since the Labyrinth, Sarah has slowly let go of her fantasy side. She still loves it, but when faced with the real world, she finds she cannot keep it. Unlike many other writers who hold to the idea that Sarah would never let go of her fantasy side, I took another route - The path that actually does happen most often in life. Look at your own parents, and ask yourself "where they always this… serious??? The answer is no. For example my dad used to love dragons… now he's has a double PHD in physics and bioengineering… They used to have dreams as well. But real life crushed those dreams much like I have had the world crush Sarah's. But don't despair! My delusions have told me that Sarah will not be oppressed forever. Now… on with the chapter!

Oh, and I forgot this before. Please don't begrudge this of me, but sleep deprivations does make one forgetful. Me no own, you no sue? Okay? And this stands for the other chapters as well. I own none of them.

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            Jareth smirked at the sight before him. His dearest Sarah was asleep on her bed, curled into what one would assume was the 'fetal' position. She never used to sleep like that. But over the past few years she had changed. Jareth blamed that despicable stepmother. Sarah had become everyone's idea of the 'perfect success' but Jareth was one of the few who saw the price she had paid for her achievements.

            She was incredible. Jareth could never deny that. But somehow he felt that she would have been even more so had she held onto her dreams. Slowly, little by little she had stopped calling upon her friends at the underground. By no means did that mean he had stopped watching her, but her other friends had eventually come to the understanding that she had outgrown them.

              However much he despised the goals that Sarah had set, he also felt a sense of pride in them. She wanted to be a leader. She wanted to lead. Maybe he could persuade her to lead beside him… as his queen. At that moment Sarah flopped over and, as if in response to his silent question, muttered the word "… no…"

            "Oh Sarah," Jareth laughed, staring down at her, "what are you dreaming of? What is happening inside that incredible brain of yours?"

            He twirled a crystal on his fingertips, and sent it towards her sleeping form. The crystal, as delicate and as fragile as a bubble landed atop her head, and slowly seeped in, revealing her dream to Jareth as he was projected into it.

            "No…. no please…" Sarah was running. She didn't know from what, but she knew she had to keep running. There was a light ahead of her, a light that glowed an almost unnatural orange and fiery red.  

            "Please… please, let me go" she was crying now, and she didn't know why. All she knew was that whatever was chasing her was catching up, and she'd never escape it if it caught her. The light was just out of her grasp.

            "Please…. Please, someone help me. I don't want to die like this!"        There was a stitch in her side, and she was gasping for breath. The light was just out of her reach; she could almost touch it, but didn't know if she would make it.

            "NO!" with one last desperate gasp, she lunged forward, and someone helped pull her into the light. Looking up she came face to face with Him, the goblin King. He sneered down at her, and she backed away. "What… what…."

            Sarah shot forward in bed, gasping for breath. She finished her sentence, "what… the… hell?"