Disclaimer: Hello! Tank you all soooo much for reviewing my po' widdle fic. I still don't own anything, but I got the fifth Harry Potter book, and that makes me feel special anyway! So, here is the latest chapter and I hope you like it as much as the first two.

Author: Ditto, and Kudos to StarMoon. Thank you all for your reviews, and now, to continue the story! Yay! (does a little dance of glee)

Sarah was looking from one melon to the other. She picked them both up and studied them. She put one down, and picked up a third one. She picked up the original one again, then switched hands, feeling the weight. Then she put both of them down. "Yep, those are melons all right," she said in an affirming voice.

Doxie Lee rolled her eyes. "Oh, Sarah, we're grocery shopping for Chissakes!"

Doxie Lee Repenhagen was a spritely girl who sat next to Sarah in creative writing classes. She had recently gotten her own place, and was near constantly asking Sarah for advice and help managing the rent and juggling her schooling time and her part-time job around her unbelievably active night life. Doxie Lee and her sister, Kitty Bree were both quite popular with the students on campus-even if the professors did not approve.

Sarah didn't care for Doxie Lee overly much. Whenever Sarah attempted something dreamlike or fanciful in her writing, Doxie Lee would be her first and harshest critic. Doxie Lee would hear nothing of fairies or elves or goblins or any of the fairy tales Sarah enjoyed. But Sarah was not one to turn down the needy, so she helped Doxie Lee with her groceries.

"Besides, I don't need any fruit," Doxie Lee said, taking out her list. "I need.some chips and dip and ice cream and frozen pizza and soda and beer-"

"Beer?" Sarah repeated doubtfully.

"Of course," Doxie Lee said. "It's not a party without a brewski! I'll handle that, why don't you pick up the frozen stuff?"

Sarah shrugged and walked off to the frozen food aisle. All of the food for those willing to just stick it in the microwave and go was in the front of the aisle. Sarah went to the back of the aisle and looked at the rows of ice cream cartons of all brands and flavors. She thought of how opening one of those ice cream cartons would be. A sort of glazing of pixie frost lacing across the surface of the undisturbed sugar and ice.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice behind her.

"Sarah."

She didn't turn around. She had dreamed of the voice enough times to be able to recognize it. She was not ready to match a face to the sound. The voice seemed aware of this, for it did not wait for her.

"I'm not going to talk to you here," the voice said. "If you want answers, come to 137 Porter Drive. I'll be waiting for you."

Sarah whirled around, but she knew that the source of the voice would be gone even before she stared at the cold glass doors across the hall.

* * * * *

Later that night, Sarah stared up at 137 Porter Drive. It was a simple cape cod house with a sidewalk leading up three steps to a small platform before the front door in the house's brick face. The only thing remarkable about it was the garden that took over nearly half of the lawn.

Sarah took a deep breath, then walked up the sidewalk. Her hand firmly gripped the black iron railing as she ascended the few steps and stood before the door. She opened the screen and knocked on the wooden door behind it. When no one answered, she knocked again. Suspecting that no one would answer, she opened the door and stepped inside.

To Sarah's amazement, she was just inside the entrance to the Labyrinth.

She whirled around. The heavy double doors to the entrance closed behind her. She looked to her left and to her right. Yes, it really was the Labyrinth! She recognized it all, from the double doors behind her to the strange lichen of eyes that sprouted here and there along the walls. She smiled and sighed in relief and excitement. She was in the Labyrinth again!

Then Sarah became cautious. How had the stranger in her nightmares known how to get here? Why did he send her here, and for what foul purpose? Sarah decided that she would be able to sort it all out when she saw Jareth. She just had to see him again!

She went down the path to her right, carefully studying the walls for the entrance she had used before. She remembered very much of her first time in the Labyrinth, but she did not trust herself to remember the route. Now that she was here-really and truly here-she would have to make sure.

She wanted to see Hoggle and Ludo and Sir Dydimus again.but first and foremost, she had to see Jareth. He was the one with all of the answers. She nodded as she stood before the opening in the wall. Jareth had all of the answers.

Jareth would know what to do.

* * * * *

Jason looked at the empty bed that Sarah usually would be sleeping in at this time. He went downstairs and looked at the empty bulletin board that would usually have a note from Sarah on it. He looked at the empty answering machine that would usually have a message from Sarah on it. He cleared them out every morning, and they were usually back again by night.

Where was Sarah?

Jason called Doxie Lee, then Aris, then Jake, then Mary, then Thomas, then everybody except for the landlord. Last of all, he called Sarah's parent's house, wondering if she'd stayed there for dinner.

It was four-year-old Toby who answered. "Hello, Toby," Jason said, somewhat surprised. "Are your parents home?"

"Nope," Toby said. "They went out. The baby-sitter fell asleep in front of the telebee. I'm all alone."

Jason smiled wryly. Toby was a great kid, and a smart one, but he would have to think of a better cover story in case his parents called. "You must like that," he said. "Tell me, have you seen Sarah at all tonight?"

"Nope," Toby said. "But I wish she'd come and baby-sit me instead of mean old Ashley." Toby absolutely despised Ashley, who had no imagination and plenty of irritation at the slightest of Toby's bending from the norm. "Why don't you come and baby-sit?" Toby suggested hopefully. "I can be good, and I'm sure mom an' dad'll pay you."

Jason smiled. "Sorry, Toby," he said. He really meant it. "I have to go look for your sister. But I'll come by later if I find her before your parents come home."

"They'll be home late," Toby promised quickly. "Good luck, Jason."

"Good bye, Toby," Jason said. Then he hung up and sighed heavily before walking down stairs. Where could Sarah be?

Suddenly, a violent pain in Jason's chest dropped him to his knees, gasping for air. He looked up as the pain subsided, wiping his hair out of his eyes. He could feel a fleeting stir in his memory, something on the edge of his consciousness. He reached for it, stretching out his hands to grasp the lost part of himself. He felt it come back to him for a brief moment, saw a flash of a vast maze coiling across the landscape to a glistening castle of magic and wonder-

But then it was gone.

Jason straightened, and walked back up the stairs to his room. He opened his top drawer, brushing aside a white feather as he did so, and looked inside. There was a regular jumble of odds and ends, nothing so out of the ordinary. Hadn't there been a crystal ball in here before?

Oh well, it didn't matter. The crystal meant nothing to him. He could not remember why it was special. But it hardly seemed to matter.

He brushed a black feather from his bureau and closed the drawer before going back downstairs to find Sarah.

Author: Well, I realize that it's not so good. But this is really just a bridge between chapter two and chapter four, which is under construction as you read! (under construction? Eh?) But please review to let me know what you think of it. I really do read your reviews, and they really are supportive. Thank you for reading this much! Ja Ne!