Author's note: Thanks to everyone who has left reviews! Keep them coming and if you have any suggestions I would love to hear them…Most of this is still establishing Sarah in her knew situation…The fun stuff should come soonJ

Sarah seemed to follow the midget woman for ages. The soft airy meadow soon became a rocky, bare hillside. It was a good thing that Sarah had been wearing house shoes at the moment of her rash decision to rescue her brother, although they weren't meant for so much rough terrain and her feet ached. She was beginning to regret jumping into this world so quickly without any clear planning or any idea at all on how to get back, if she could even find Toby. Without great consideration, Sarah had assumed that she would appear in the exact location as Toby. She realised now that assumption in a place like the Underground would do more evil than good.

Sarah hadn't spoken to Agnes in all this time; in fact she kept her distance from the goblin. Sarah was grateful for the warm sun and blue sky. Unfortunately, as that thought formed in her head, clouds rolled in as if out of nothing and a great rumble filled the air. Sarah looked straight up when a streak of lightening split the fast falling darkness. Just then the heavens opened and it began to pour.

"Oh no!" Sarah cried, mostly to herself. She restrained the urge to childishly yell how it wasn't fair. The rain was cold and it quickly soaked through her white blouse and blue jeans, she was thankful that her hair was still in a bun out of her face.

The young woman bowed her head, and puled at the clinging top the garment now completely transparent showing through to her lacy bra. Seeing as the efforts to redeem her decency at this point were useless, Sarah looked ahead to check on Agnes. The old goblin peddler woman was no where to be seen.

"Great!" she yelled at the sky. "This is just great! Now what am I to do?"

The storm answered with a deafening crack of lightening and Sarah took off running. The ground was already slick with mud and it was difficult to keep from slipping. Another cracking and lightening hit a small dead tree just a few feet to her right. Sarah jumped left and slid. Arms flailing, she went bottom first into the muck.

"Why me?" she whimpered.

She looked for something to brace herself. A good-sized rock did the trick and she was standing after two attempts. Once on her feet, Sarah glanced down at the large rock and realised it had interesting grooves carved into it. She moved back to get a better look. Despite the heavy downpour, Sarah could make out part of a face…Jareth's face.

"No king, huh?" she commenting taking in the rest of the area. It was filled with ruin-like piles of stone and brick. Perhaps this had been the site of the labyrinth. Sarah recalled how there had been faces and figures carved into the very walls of the maze. But if it now lay in ruin, what were the chances that Jareth was any better off…

Every once and a while Sarah encountered full standing walls. Sadly they didn't glitter with the same magic they once had. Now they dripped with the falling rain and looked as ordinary and ancient as any earth ruins.

As she trekked on alone and sopping wet Sarah pondered the reality of what had happened all those years ago during her first experience here. It was for her to think it actually happened after spending so much time trying to convince herself it hadn't.

Sarah remembered it all like a dream; some parts fuzzier than others. She'd told the story to Toby, acting it out, voices and all. Then in all seriousness she'd wished her baby brother away…No not just away. Sarah had wished the goblins to take him away. And there they were, and there he had been, the Goblin King. He was everything she'd ever expected a great villain to be, frightening, intelligent, sophisticated, cruel, arrogant, and infuriating. He was even attractive, suave and witty. But somehow nothing about him was completely evil and when he'd revealed that he had done everything for her, Sarah was thrown a bit. During her almost thirteen hours in the labyrinth she had learned not to be so afraid of Jareth's façade. Oddly enough, in the end, it was asking her to love him that frightened her most.

"It was just a game," she told herself aloud. "Nothing but a game. How could any creature so horrible to others deserve anyone's love."

By the time the rain stopped and the clouds parted the sun had set. Nightfall was unbearably cold. Wet and without shelter, Sarah continued on. All thoughts about Toby had left her mind long ago. Now all that matter was not freezing to death.

Suddenly, as though a wish had been granted, Sarah spotted the flickering light of a fire through some trees up ahead. She was overwhelmed by the thought of being warm and dry that she forgot that hostile creatures outnumbered the good ones in this world.

Sarah jogged up to the fire and seeing no one about she knelt in close and warmed herself. When her eyes finally adjusted to the bright flames she noticed some sort of dead animal on a spit. Sarah was not one for stealing, but it had been a long day and she'd had nothing to eat. So she snatched it out of the fire and blew on it fiercely to cool it. Once satisfied she wouldn't burn her mouth she tore into it. It was then that someone came rustling out from behind a couple of trees.

"Oh! Thems my dinner! Get away from there!" said the gruff, aggravated voice. Sarah hurried away from the fire with her price clenched in her greedy teeth. She didn't even look up to see who was there.

"Give it here! Don't be takin' it! Cor, No good thief!"

Sarah froze. She knew that voice. Furrowing her brows she squinted to see the dwarf who was now silhouetted by the fire, standing in front of her.

"Hoogle?"