He gave her his heart, offering everything he had. His will, his kingdom…his heart.

And that's what hurt him the most. What could he have done for her to stay? For he would have done anything.

Jareth sat at his throne deep in thought. Trying desperately to drown out the sounds of the goblins laughter and noise. His heart ached, for it had been exactly one year that day when Sarah had stumbled into the labyrinth.

Why did I let her go?

It seemed that lately all he did was think about her. Contemplate her face. Trying to remember the smell of her hair and the feel of her hand. He wanted to dance again, love again. He felt as though he was so close to happiness and with a word she was gone.

What Jareth didn't realize is that she too was thinking about him.

Sarah was sitting on the floor in her bedroom. Her back leaning against her bed. She had a blank notebook page in front of her and she chewed nervously on the end of her pencil. She glanced from time to time staring in the to the starry blackness.

A part of her wanted to see the wings of a white owl. She longed for the form to appear and take her back. The past year she spent trying desperately to fight off her imagination. Her mind told her to be happy with normal, yet her heart longed for the world she once knew.

And at the same time.

It longed for the face of the man who put her there.

She let out a long sigh. Toby walked into her room and muttered some 2 year old gibberish. He went over to her and she handed him her pencil which he observed and licked and realizing it wasn't food tossed it back at her. He waddled out of her room. Following his exsit came a yell from the harsh lungs of her step mother.

"Sarah! Could you put Toby to bed for me?" She requested.

"We're leaving now hunny, we'll be back around two. Finish your homework and don't stay up all night!" Called her father.

"Have fun!" Sarah replied though she didn't really want them to have fun. She threw her notebook aside and stood up. She left her room and looked for Toby. Whom she found sitting in the hall chewing on a Lancelot. She bent down and lifted Toby into her arms and turned on heel heading for the infants bedroom. She laid him in his crib where he fussed for a while then settled down.

Sarah was instantly bored.

It was Saturday night and she had nothing to do to occupy her time. She turned off the light in his room and shut the door as she left. Sarah sat down on a stair and again let out a sigh.

"What are you up to Jareth?" Sarah asked rehtorrically.

He closed his eyes her voice radiated in his ears. Her voice which spoke his name. She spoke his name. He arose from his throne and left the room leaving the goblin court full of nothing but bustling creatures. He went into a room and sat at the window. He looked out as though he may see her. He couldn't bring her back. She had to want to come back. He couldn't leave the realm the realm which imprisoned him. He had to get to her. He had to get at least a message to her. Who could deliver such a message?

Hoggle.