Sarah put down the receiver and smiled at her dad. "Well that's that". "Now what?" asked her dad? "Well, how about a short vacation, since Toby seemed to recover and I don't need to worry, do you think I could stay here, in my old room, for the week?" she asked. Sarah's dad glowed with excitement " you most definitely can". Lugging up the suitcase to her old room Sarah realized how long it's been since she was there. Taking a breath she opened the door. The room was exactly as how she left it. The photos of her mother on the mirror, her fantasy books: Snow white, the never-ending story and others more she read about a dozen times. All her stuffed animals, "Lancelot" she cried and went over to grab him. Holding him tight she recalled that stormy night and held the bear closer. Sarah walked over to her bookshelf she slid her fingers over the novels, when finally ending at the same red book she cherished so. "Labyrinth" she whispered. Sitting on the bed she opened the book with a slight creak of the spine. The inside cover read 'Labyrinth' with blue lettering. Setting It down Sarah fell on backwards and landed on her pillows. "If only…if only" she said. "I want to see to see you again," Sarah cried out loud. Standing up she looked into her vanity mirror. " I need you, all of you, …but especially you" she ran a finger over the cover of the book. Suddenly the clouds began to gather and the sweet summer evening turned into a thunderstorm, figures "Sarah" huffed.