Sarah paced the floor of her office, debating what to do.
There was trouble in the Labyrinth, and it was possibly her fault. She wanted to help. But... to call on Jareth...could it be a trap?...should she risk it?
Her inner voice asked her, If you don't help, and something bad happens, could you live with yourself?
No.
Her mind made up, Sarah jogged to the tiny bathroom. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to calm her nerves.
Finally she faced the old discolored mirror and said clearly "I wish to speak with Jareth, King of the Goblins."
The mirror rippled, and Sarah gasped at what she saw.
The image in the mirror was split, on one side was Jareth, lounging on his throne wearing black leather breaches and a black ruffled shirt, the crystal and parchment on the ledge beside his throne. On the other side was Jareth wearing the same leather jacket and grey tights as in her dream, he was in the tunnels.
Wide eyed, "Um..." was all she could utter.
"Sarah" they said in unison, before continuing to speak at the same time. Sarah couldn't make out what they were each saying, but she noticed that they didn't seem to hear each other. The one in black stepped down from the throne and began to approach her, she worried that he would try to cross.
An idea popped into her head, she just hoped desperately that it would work.
Sarah spoke quickly. "Okay... umm...There seems to be a problem with the mirror, I can't hear you properly, I'll call back later! Bye!" It wasn't a lie, she couldn't understand a word with them talking at the same time.
Both Jareths resumed talking just as the mirror rippled again. Once again only her reflection stared back, Sarah sighed in relief.
Suddenly she realized that she had basically just hung up on the Goblin King.
Two Goblin Kings.
Sarah bit her lip nervously. "Oh boy, I hope that he...um...they aren't too angry at me!"
She paused and thought of the implications of what had just happened. She had called for Jareth, the Goblin King. Both had answered.
How was it possible?
...
Jareth sat on his throne and fumed. How dare she cut communication on him!
He tried to open the portal again, but it would not budge. He tried to see Sarah through a crystal, still didn't work.
He threw the crystal at the wall in frustration.
The goblins were used to their King's dramatics and ignored him, continuing their game of chase the chicken. The chicken was not amused, and was frantically pecking everything within her reach.
Jareth formed another crystal, and tried to view his double. It didn't work either. Now he was surprised, he was used to things never working as expected with Sarah. But why couldn't he view this imposter?
...
Sarah leaned on the sink trying to think. If there were two of them, which one was the original?
If it was somehow her fault, from her dream last night, then how did it happen? And how had the construct become true?
If the one from her dream was the copy, then the Jareth that she had seen in the throneroom was the original.
Before she could doubt her decision Sarah spoke.
"I wish to be in the throneroom in the castle in the center of the Labyrinth, right now!"
As she the bathroom began to fade from her vision, her last thought was I hope I wont regret this!
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