Jareth's Throne Room in the Castle Beyond the Goblin City

Sarah sits with her knees pulled up to her chin in the pit that the goblins dumped her in. The ground is cold and hard, but she doesn't care. Facing the Goblin King again within this life time was not on her list of things to do. She sits there taking deep breaths, trying to calm her already frayed nerves and to figure a way out of this situation.

The thought of calling on her old friends to help Toby through the Labyrinth is the only thing she can come up with. She attempts to steady her nerves as she tries to figure out a way to contact her friends. She's only used a mirror before and there seems to be a definite lack of those in the throne room.

Standing up and stepping out of the pit onto the cold, filthy stone floor with her stocking feet, Sarah takes another look around. Goblins are lying and sitting about for the most part, making rude remarks and getting drunk. Some are on small shelves, some are on the floor, a few are chasing chickens around the room, but none sit in the only seat available: The Throne. She sees a doorway that leads to a staircase that she knows goes up to the Escher room, so she ignores that one. There is one other door, but it is guarded by goblins with very long sharp spears.

Sarah wonders if she can manage to get past the guards at the door that she knows leads outside. She contemplates how to best do this without being skewered by the ugly little beasts guarding the door. Before she can put her plans into motion, The Goblin King returns in a flash of glitter right in front of her causing her to step back.

Unfortunately, she is still standing on the edge of the pit and her step back combined with her only wearing socks causes her to start falling with her head aimed right at the edge of the far side of the pit. Before her head comes in contact with the unforgiving ground, Jareth throws a crystal at her causing her fall to stop. With mere inches from certain pain, Sarah floats, unable to stand herself up or to sit down. She just hovers there with her arms and legs uselessly waving in the breeze like a turtle on its back.

As she hangs there, Jareth watches her with an amused look on his face and that annoying smirk that he must own a patent on. Sarah glares back at him as she hangs there with her long dark hair pooling under her. He looks the same as he did when she last saw him nine years ago. He still has the same blond spiky hair, same miss matched eyes, same riding crop and boots, same shirt, cloak and leather gloves and most worryingly, the same pants that look like they were painted on.

"You plan on letting me up any time soon?" she asks, growling while desperately trying to keep her eyes above his waist line.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, my dear," he purrs with his silky smooth voice as he starts to circle her. "Is that any way to talk to your king?"

"You are NOT my king!" she yells defiantly, watching his every move.

"Ah, but that is where you are wrong, love," he sneers, bending down next to her head and pointing to a clock with thirteen numbers hanging on the wall. "You see, in less than thirteen hours you will belong to me."

"If I can finish your Labyrinth in less than thirteen hours, so can Toby," she snarls back.

"Well, that would require Toby actually wanting to run the Labyrinth," he says, savoring the words. He starts to run the tip of his riding crop from her toes up her body, causing shivers in its wake. "It seems that you're dear brother, whom you went through so much trouble to get back all those years ago, isn't willing to return the favor. In fact, he seemed quite content that you are now gone. The laws say that I must give the wisher a chance to win back the wishee, but the laws also state that I can't force the wisher to run the Labyrinth. I do have to leave some goblins with him in case he changes his mind, but somehow, I don't think that's going to happen." Leaning over to whisper in her ear, "So, my love, in less than thirteen hours you will belong to me."

As he gets to the word 'me', the riding crop comes up under her chin and forces her to look at him. He can see that she's livid, not cowed like she is supposed to be. He hides his confusion as her arms and legs start thrashing through the air.

"He's not running the Labyrinth?" she demands loudly.

"I'm afraid not…," he starts to gloat but is interrupted by a flying limb which knocks him over onto the filthy floor.

"That ungrateful brat," she rants. "When I get my hands on him, I'm going to kill him."

With a snap of his fingers, Sarah is upright and on her feet again. Her arms flail about as she storms around the room listing all the things she's going to do to Toby once she gets her hands on him. Jareth stands and watches with amusement as she continues her tirade. As soon as her orbit brings her close enough, he grabs her arms and quickly pins her to a wall. The look of fear on her face is most gratifying for the whole two seconds it's there, but it's quickly replaced by anger.

"As amusing as all of that seems, my dear," he snarls, "but the fact is that you'll never see your brother again and soon you will be mine."

Emotions war for dominance across her face as he starts to lower his face towards hers. His lips come dangerously close to hers and anger wins the war when she figures out what he's about to do. Just as she's about to knee his manhood into the stratosphere most of the goblins disappear from the room. Jareth suddenly lets go of Sarah and steps back.

"It seems I'm actually going to very busy today," he says as he grabs her hand and gently places a kiss on the back of it. "I'm afraid duty calls and I must leave you for a time. But fear not, my love, I will return shortly."

In a shower of glitter, Jareth disappears. Sarah rubs the back of the hand that was kissed trying to get rid of the feeling of his lips on her skin, but her hand refuses to relinquish the memory of the way his lips caressed her skin. It felt so good and there are now goose bumps up her arm. Grumbling about arrogant jerks, she starts to head toward the doors again thinking now might be the best time to make her break for it. Before she can take more than a few steps the missing goblins return dropping their load into the pit. Sarah looks into the pit and screams.