Jareth opened the door to his hotel room and grinned to himself as he caught a glimpse of his beautiful new form. He sighed and reclined on his bed, snatching a crystal out of the air to peer at his Labyrinth. The Goblins had virtually torn the castle apart in his absence but that didn't worry him at all. With a wave of his hand, it could all be as it was before he left. All felt well to him, so he sent the crystal back to its source and took some deep breaths.
It hadn't been until recently that he realized how half-baked this idea was. He was very close to making Sarah his. When he'd come up with the stupid plan in the first place, he'd thought that that would be enough. But he hadn't considered what he was going to do when she was his…or what he would ask of her. This charade wasn't going to hold up forever and even if it could, could he remain on this mortal plane that long? He could ask Sarah to return to the Labyrinth and rule beside him, which is what he really wanted…but he didn't think she'd jump at that chance. And besides, he'd have to give himself up. At this point, if he weren't going to eventually tell Sarah the truth, it would come down to a choice between his rule over the Labyrinth and his love for Sarah.
After several hours of simply laying on his bed thinking over everything, he decided he didn't know enough about this sort of thing to make an intelligent decision. For the first time in his life, he became aware of a void in his life. He realized that he had no one to call from whom he could ask advice. He'd never needed to before, or at least he had convinced himself that he hadn't.
Jareth rose from his bed and paced around the room. He'd have to do this on his own. He paced and racked his brain for an idea, and he decided that it all came down to one question: Would he give up the Labyrinth for Sarah?
This question caused a panic to rise to his chest. He lay back down and tried to clear his head. He let himself imagine a life without the labyrinth, without his position of power, without a castle or goblins…he didn't think he could do it. That was his life, and the labyrinth was a part of him. How could he simply abandon it?
But what of Sarah? He couldn't abandon her, either, especially not when he was so close to having her beside him. He'd never felt this way about anyone, and if he gave it up now…who's to say he would ever find it again?
Jareth fell asleep with a troubled mind.
Jareth sat in his kingly throne and watched as the usual bustle within his palace became absolute chaos. A huge quake shook the entire labyrinth and goblins ran in all directions, their weak minds shut down with panic. While normally Jareth would find this kind of behavior quite amusing, all he could feel was the panic freezing in his chest. Chunks of stone began to fall from the walls, and Jareth felt tears spring to his eyes as several goblins were crushed by the falling rubble. Screams of pain and terror filled the room, echoing off the walls and took over Jareth's heart.
He stood and tried everything he could think of to stop the suffering but he could feel it deep within him—he was powerless. All he could do was watch the horrifying deaths of his subjects and give in to the crumbing power of whatever was destroying his only home.
He stood standing on a cliff far above the labyrinth, watching as it fell apart piece by piece until it finally collapsed in on itself, leaving only a crater of earth and a cloud of dust. He couldn't bear to look at it and he turned his back on the dismal scene, only to see Sarah dressed in black and white, the wind gently tossing her hair. She moved toward him, a strange expression on her face. The sight was strangely frightening and he took a step backward and felt the edge of the cliff just behind his heel. Sarah continued to move closer, her intense gaze fixed upon him. She's going to push me! Jareth realized finally. Her intention all along was to kill him.
Just as well, he thought. What do I have to live for? He relaxed his pained body and surrendered to her intentions. He would join his lost labyrinth at the end of the long fall. She stopped walking when she was inches away from him. She reached for him…and pulled his face gently toward hers. She put her lips to his cheek and kissed away the tears that he had let fall. She pulled back and as she slipped her arms around his shoulders, he caught a glimpse of her beautiful face. The strange look was still alive in her eyes, but Jareth realized he must have been misinterpreting its meaning. He had met many people but human emotion was still quite foreign to him. The more he thought about it, the more he knew he must be right. The look in her eyes was not the desire for murder, but something much warmer and just as unfamiliar.
A green forest surrounded them as they stood in a clearing with a calm, gray sky above them. Sarah pulled Jareth into an embrace and held him to her as he wept for all he had lost.