Sarah stood in the middle of her apartment, shaking and sore. She felt sick and dirty and her face was burning with shame. The memory of the night was refusing to go away and nothing was helping her to forget. She had gone to a club afterwards, trying to forget with the alcohol. It hadn't worked and she was frantic. She wanted to forget more than anything. She wanted a shower, she wanted to peel her skin off and she wanted to wipe out her memory. Looking around the room she saw the last of Harry's stash on the sofa where he had carelessly thrown it during their row earlier in the evening. She was shaking so much it was difficult to locate a vein, and even more difficult to inject. She didn't care how much she was injecting, she didn't care if she died tonight…it had been weeks since Jareth had asked her to go with him, and she hadn't seen him since. Her thoughts were confused…had he really appeared to her or was it the heroin? Things with Harry had got progressively worse. They were using all the money they had saved and getting none of it back. Harry was caring more and more about feeding his habit than he cared about his relationship with her. Tonight was the last straw, the things she had had to do because he wanted more money. And he didn't even wait for her, or pick her up after the ordeal was over.

The last of the liquid invaded her veins and the needle fell to the ground. She gazed around the room and just as everything seemed to come into focus she felt herself fall back onto the couch and consciousness slipped away.

"Sarah…Sarah, wake up, you need to wake up"

Sarah heard the voice pierce her bubble. She smiled as she recognised the low, silky tones.

"Jareth"

"Yes Sarah, you need to wake up, now"

Her eyes fluttered open. To her utter disappointment she was still in the apartment. Jareth was crouched over her, holding her arm, concern, a new emotion for him, shone in his eyes.

"Are you coming with me Sarah? You need to make a decision now"

She smiled up at him, the drugs making her overly happy.

"Sarah!"

The harsh tone in his voice shocked her back to his question. There was urgency in his face that she hadn't noticed before.

"What's wrong?" She couldn't pull herself up and panic was starting to rise in her chest.

"Sarah, I want to know if you meant what you said before…fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave"

Somewhere she heard the faint noise of a key in the door. She looked from the door to Jareth and knew what she wanted

"Yes Jareth"

She slipped out of consciousness again and her breathing became shallow.

Harry entered the apartment as noiselessly as he could. He was afraid Marion would be home. Their row earlier on had shaken him. He had the decency to be ashamed about what he had forced her to do. He went over to the couch, it was still warm. He noticed the needle on the ground and then he looked around for his stash. He felt anger bubble in his throat. The bitch had used it. His irrational rage abated as quickly as it had risen. After what he'd put her through he wasn't surprised she had finished it off. The last few weeks she had been withdrawing herself from him and he didn't know why. He had reassured her he would get their money back, but now even he doubted it. He got up and peeked in the bedroom door. Confusion crossed his face, he was sure she had just been in the apartment, the place reeked of her perfume and the smell of cigarettes and alcohol and men's cheap aftershave. The last scent made his face flush as he lay back on the bed. He was sorry; he knew he had to tell her. He closed his eyes and his last thought before sleep was of Marion.