Sarah sighed as she glanced out the window. Grabbing the dishtowel off the counter she dried her soapy hands. Her gaze never left the scene before her. Outside in her yard, cast in an eerie glow from her tiny yard lights, the Goblin King sat on her glider swing, feet propped up across from him. He was sitting there like he owned the place. She'd noticed him there, just after sundown, but she hoped that if she ignored him he would go away. He hadn't. But he also hadn't moved from the spot, or tried to get in or anything. To be down right honest Sarah's curiosity was piqued. What was he up to? Sarah was distracted from her thoughts at the fluttering of his hair in the breeze. She noticed that he seemed to be looking up at her. When he smiled she knew he was. He took his feet down and motioned for her to join him.
Sarah continued to peer out the window at him, she glanced at the bench and then to his face, he was still smiling. Yet the smile didn't look threatening, nothing like what she remembered from the Labyrinth. Was he acting back then, or was he acting now? She wasn't sure; he was after all a master of illusion. His smile widened when she nodded sharply. She would go and see what he wanted. Moving away from the sink, and the window, Sarah went to the hall closet to get her jacket. Her heart was beating fast with fear as she pulled it on and made her way to the door. She stopped when her hand touched the cool metal of the deadbolt. Was she just tempting fate going out there? Was she tempting fate if she didn't? With a deciding grunt Sarah pulled the bolt back. He had no power over her, to forget that would be the end. Stepping out into the cool night air, Sarah pulled the door shut behind her. She wouldn't forget.