Sarah opened her eyes. She was hot and a cold sweat had broken out. She was panicking at the new feeling in her body. Everything felt a thousand times more sensitive. She was in the most beautiful room imaginable, lying in a giant four poster bed and light flooded through the huge windows on the right side of the room. Her whole body was trembling like a leaf. She had no idea where she was, but all she wanted was something to dull the senses, something to get rid of the terrible ache in her body. She climbed out of bed, the long cashmere nightshirt swaying around her feet. As soon as she started to walk she fell to the ground. She cried out. As soon as the noise was uttered the door opened and an old woman entered the room, her robes swishing along the ground.

"Now, now, you need to rest Sarah, you need to recover"

"Who are you?"

"Shush now, back into bed, His Highness will be in to see you soon"

She let the woman settle her back into the huge bed and as she looked at her face more closely, Sarah realised where she was, in Jareth's Castle in the Goblin City. It all came flooding back to her, the club, the heroin, Jareth's offer. Her head started to spin and the old woman started to draw the curtains. Sarah closed her eyes and sunk back into the bank of fluffy pillows.

The next time she opened her eyes she was feeling much better. The room was dark and she found herself able to get up from bed much easier than before. She made her way to the huge marble bathroom that adjoined the room. It was painful to walk, and she was sure there were bruises all over her pale skin. Her eyes wandered around the bathroom and decided she wanted a bath. She started filling the vast marble bath, using the perfumed bath oils and creams.

As it was filling she walked back through to her room and stood before a full size gilded mirror. She was surprised by her reflection. The last time she had looked at herself all she had seen was a scrawny, lank haired little girl, with dark circles under eyes and bruises along her arms, and although the girl that stood before her was still painfully thin and very pale, her face was more relaxed, the circles under her eyes were non existent and the bruises had faded to a light yellow. She had no idea how long she had been in the Goblin Castle, but she did know that she hadn't felt as refreshed in a very long time. There was another feeling too, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

She continued to investigate her room, opening wardrobes full of opulent, luxurious fabrics, which on further investigation turned out to be old-fashioned dresses of the highest quality, another cupboard revealed beautifully crafted shoes and the large oak dresser contained crisp white nightgowns and underwear, along with sheets made from the finest Egyptian cotton, thick, sumptuous blankets and plush, downy pillows. The colours were rich and classic and Sarah found herself smiling, despite her pain and discomfort. She went back into the bathroom and turned off the large gold taps and sunk into the effervescent bubbles. Everything she needed was available for her, and for a short while she lay back and relaxed in the hot, soothing water. As she dozed, the flashbacks started. They paralysed her with fear and left her shaken and repulsed afterwards. She felt as degraded as if it had just happened, and proceeded to scrub her skin, attempting to wash away the memory as well as the touch of that night.

Exhausted, she climbed out and started to dry herself off, flinching as the bath towel ran over her tender skin. She took out another nightgown and slipped it over her head before towelling her hair dry.

She walked out onto the balcony and sank into a chair as she overlooked the city and the surrounding environs. The city bustled with activity and she felt peculiar resting there, in a nightgown, watching the day pass by. Suddenly there was a knock at her door.

"Come in" she called out softly

After a short while Jareth appeared by her side.

"I'm glad to see you up and about Sarah"

"How long have I been here?"

"This will be the seventh day"

"Seventh day? I've been asleep for seven days?"

"When I brought you here you were unconscious, you had overdosed trying to forget everything. You would have died if I had not brought you here"

Sarah started to digest the information and found tears pricking at her eyes.

"I trust everything is to your satisfaction"

"Thank you"

"Don't worry Sarah, I won't press you about what happened, take as much time as you need, you are more than welcome"

She nodded and smiled at him. She couldn't believe she was back.

"Please, when you are up to it of course, feel free to explore the castle, maybe you could visit a few old friends?"

"I'd like that, thank you"

Jareth bowed stiffly before leaving the room.

Despite the day just beginning, Sarah found herself exhausted and managed to make her way back to her bed. The little old woman appeared again and drew the curtains. As she shut the door on the way out the room was immersed in darkness and it was impossible to tell what time of day it was. She slipped into a deep, dreamless sleep and time slipped away.

Harry woke up. His eyes blinked, trying to adjust to the harsh morning sunlight that streamed through the curtains he had failed to close before falling into a coma like sleep. He glanced to the other side of the bed, it was still empty, Marion had failed to come home, he didn't blame her, their last encounter hadn't been pleasant, he had said things he had instantly regretted, but had been too high and angry to apologise until after she had left in an angry and disappointed silence.

He got up and stumbled towards the bathroom, seeking out the stash kept hidden under the sink.

As soon as the chemicals hit his bloodstream he forgot about Marion and the fight, and everything else that he wanted to escape from.