Well it has taken some time but I finally have another part of the story done. I'm not completely happy with it yet but I figure it could do. I'll let you in on a little secret... I have no idea where this story is going to go yet. So if it turns out to be a bore feast, I'm really sorry.

Once again I will reminded all those crazy copyright people that I do not, in anyway, own the rights to 'The Labyrinth'. As much as I wish I did.

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Part Two
Remembrance
By Munchy-kins
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25-year-old Sarah sighed heavily and removed her reading glasses. Slowly she rubbed her eyes hoping to remove some of the tiredness that lay there. Her attempt was in vain though. Nothing she could do could clear the haze that sleep was forming.

Never before had she stayed up so late working on a project like this. Hazel eyes focused unsuccessfully on the lab top screen in front of her. The courser slowly flashed to a beat that only it could hear.

Running a hand threw her chestnut strands she once again placed her glassed back on her nose. The words typed on the painfully bright screen stared back at her almost daring her to write more.

She then did the only thing that involved no thinking on her part. She saved and shut down. Her sleep-deprived brain could handle no more tonight, correction, this morning. The red digits of her clock flashed 2am.

Without even bothering to undress or change, or even get under the covers for that matter, Sarah fell exhausted onto the hotel bed. She was out like a light as soon as her head it the pillow.

She had been up all night working on her latest novel. She still didn't know what to call it, but it was coming along. If you call 3 chapters in 6 months coming along. She was stuck, out of ideas, and she didn't know how to fix the problem. This had never happened to her before.

Sarah had started writing soon after her Labyrinth dream. In fact she had written her way threw college and had gained quite a few fans for her Fantasy stories. She seemed to be an unendless fountain of creative writing. The fountain now lay dry and the sky showed no promise of rain.

Soft breathing was heard all around the small room she had rented. It wasn't first class, but then again it wasn't craps vile either. It suited her just fine. She had only come for the view anyways; not the classiness.

She had hoped that a view of the ocean would have refilled some of the fountain she so longed to fill. Her editor would have loved that to happen too, but it hadn't. Instead she found herself thinking a lot of other things. Mainly of home.

Over the years things had change in her family. This was because Sarah was starting to look around her with new eyes. By her 16th birthday things had taken a turn for the better.

She and Karen actually got along now. She soon became the mother that Sarah had wanted. They talked and gossiped late at night some times. Shopping together became their Thursday night ritual.

By no account did the fighting stop all together. What mother and daughter didn't fight? It is just the natural law of the universe. Often the fights involved Sarah's lack of social life.

It was true that she wasn't an outcast. No, she wasn't to that extreme, but she wasn't in either. She was a floater, a drifter. She belonged to no group, but she wasn't hated by anyone. You could find her with many different people in school, jocks, preps, nerds, drama, but after school she was involved with no one.

Course this could have been because she often spent her free time after school day dreaming and writing. But she had no complaints. Karen was a different story. She wanted her to be out there at the mall laughing and gossiping with others her age, and she wanted her to have a boyfriend.

It never happened though, and once again Sarah had no regrets. She loved her life. She had wonderful parents and a crazy little brother, Toby.

Ah Toby, what a wild child. He did and still does anything that could risk a loss of limb or worse. You could never keep him still and he always had to be outside. He had a slew of friends and had had many girlfriends for a 13 year old.

But despite all their differences Sarah and Toby were very tight. They often called each other just for the heck of if. They would talk into the night and caught up on each other's life.

Sarah lay in a coma like sleep, sprawled on the top of her covers. She lay with out dreams and a small soft smile was present on her face. Of course this didn't go unnoticed by the piercing yellow eyes that surveyed the room in front of it. He shouldn't be here but they sure as hell weren't going to tell him what he could and couldn't do.

TBC