Disclaimer: Once again, I own nothing but Christine and Greselda.

Sarah opened her eyes, frantically trying to see something, anything. But at first, she could see nothing but darkness. Then, there was a very bright light in which she again could see nothing.
"Where am I?" she cried. "Jareth? Are you here? Hello? Anybody?" Her voice seemed to carry through the entire space. She did not know where she was and wished that she were back with Jareth in his castle. Then, she heard an evil laugh that once again seemed to echo off the walls. Sarah assumed that they were inside because she didn't think that an echo would sound like that outside.
"Fool!" said the voice. "Do you actually think that your precious Jareth will save you now?" Sarah looked around wildly. She could not tell where the voice was coming from. It was like hearing the voice of God.
"Who are you?" Sarah cried. "Come out and show yourself."
"Okay," said the voice. Then, the light turned into a fine mist, evaporated, and disappeared. Sarah could see that she was in a great room of some sort. She could see four great walls, a big fireplace with a fire in it, and a long table. On the wall was a picture of the woman she had seen in her bedroom only moments earlier. But she did not see the person who spoke to her.
"Where are you?" asked Sarah. "I want to talk to you."
"I'm right here," said the voice. Sarah whirled around to see the woman who had taken her. "Sarah, is it?"
"Take me to Jareth, now!" demanded Sarah. "I want to go back to his castle."
"Don't worry," smirked Greselda. "He will come and look for you. Until he does, why don't you sit down?" With the last words, Greselda pushed the air with her hands, causing Sarah to fly back into a chair. She tried to get up, but found once again that she was bound and gagged by an invisible rope and invisible cloth. "Get comfy. I have a feeling that you will be here for quite a while."
Sarah tried to say something, but she couldn't say it clearly. So, without another word, Greselda turned on her heel and left the room. ~*~
In the night, an owl could be seen soaring above the treetops of forests, above rivers, and over grassy meadows. Though one may not notice from that altitude, it was looking for something. Something that was very important to it.
Finally, about an hour after it had begun, the snowy white owl swooped down and landed on the roof of a giant castle, not much different than his. In the next instance, the bird transformed into a man and floated gracefully to the ground. He looked around, wary of any guards that he might meet. Then, he proceeded toward the drawbridge of the castle. He was surprised that he had not fallen into a trap of some sort.
No sooner had he thought this, but a gate dropped in front of him, forbidding him to continue his way inside. The next thing he knew, at least ten archers and five swordsmen surrounded Jareth. Blast it all, he thought. Then a voice erupted from nowhere. It was Greselda's voice.
"Tsk, tsk, Jareth my dear. I would have thought you were smarter."