He stared up into her blue eyes as she came closer to him. Sweet and innocent looking, just the way he liked them. Not hardened by the streets or abusive relationships. He made a show of groaning and wincing in phantom pain, now aware of the blood on his arm. He could make a game of this.

Sarah saw him wince slightly when is arm moved. He leaned more heavily on the wall now, taking deep breaths and wheezing slightly. He looked up at her, with amber eyes, and she saw something flash in them. Something between longing and menace. But it was gone. She rested an outstretched palm on his shoulder. "Let me help you," Sarah said quietly, "there is a hospital not too far away. I can call a cab." He nodded, lowering his head and jamming the other hand into his pocket. That was when she looked past him and saw something she never would have imagined. There, not too far down the alley, a naked and bloody body lay illuminated in moonlight. Pale blonde hair billowed around the body and thick with now drying blood. Sarah's hand flew to her mouth in a silent scream as she backed away from the "bleeding" man. He was the killer. She knew him now. And he knew her.

Jareth saw the whole occurrence through the crystal. He couldn't help her unless she called but who was to say he couldn't go to the Aboveground anyways. Moving as fast as he could, he summoned all his strength to transport him to Sarah's side. He would not let his beloved parish at the hands of this...thing. He found himself floating in owl form high above the scene unfolding. He saw her backing away. He saw the man pull a thick knife from his pocket and stalk toward her. He rocketed down, turning into his normal form halfway. He landed between the killer and Sarah, ready to kill if necessary.