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Sarah felt her stomach lurch as she stepped into the Underground. She felt as if she had fallen a great height, but her feet were planted firmly on the ground. And upon looking around her, she realized that she was not outside of the Labyrinth. She stood in a courtyard in front of the Goblin King's castle and saw that Jareth was walking away from her.

"Wait!" Sarah yelled with panic. There was no reason for to be here, and her undefined future caught up with her. What was she to do?

Jareth turned to face her and a satisfied smirk spread across his lips. "Why, Sarah, I see that you've taken me up on my kind offer."

"Kind? When have you ever..." Sarah started, finding her old anger for him. But Jareth raised one hand and silenced her immediately.

"Don't." Jareth said, silencing any protest that Sarah had. "Follow me."

And without another word, Jareth led Sarah into his castle. At once, she was repulsed by the sight of filth left by the goblins and had to make much effort to dodge the rubbish. Jareth, on the other hand, seemed not to be phased by any of this. He led her into his throne room, and finally stopped to look at her.

No goblins were present, but their traces were still visible. Sarah looked around and sighed. She chose this world over her old one? And then, a horrible thought came to her. She looked at Jareth with horror in her eyes and asked, "You're not going to turn me into a goblin, are you?"

Her fear was answered with a cynical laughter that echoed in the room. Jareth caught his breath and replied, "Now why would I do a thing like that? It would be a shame to change you from your present form."

Sarah tried not to look at him. This was a terrible mistake, and she should have seen what his offer had ultimately meant. She voiced her mixed feelings by saying, "Why did I come here?"

Jareth did not answer her question, but instead, put his arm around her shoulder and said, "Why don't I show you to your chambers?"

"What?" Sarah asked, her terror rising in her throat like bile. "I'm supposed to live in your castle?"

"Why, yes." Jareth replied without a glance at her. He forced her to walk alongside him and continued, "You don't think I would let you live out in the Goblin City, would you? That's no place for a girl like you."

"If you didn't notice, I'm not a little girl anymore." Sarah stated, wishing that she could have taken her words back as soon as they left her mouth.

"Of course I noticed. Do you really think that I'm blind?" Jareth asked with a laugh, never letting his arm leave her shoulder. "Now, I want you to be happy in your new home." Jareth said, stopping them both in front of a set of doors.

"My new home?" Sarah said, tasting the words in her mouth, and hating every one of them.

"Yes, your home. And this is where you'll be staying." Jareth said as he pushed open the doors. To Sarah's surprise and horror, she recognized the room that he pushed her into. Jareth took joy in her reaction and asked sarcastically, "Do you like it?"

The room resembled Sarah's bedroom from four years ago. Every detail was the same, even down to the last stuffed animal. Pain swept over Sarah as she was so rudely pushed back into her old life. But this pain was quickly washed over by a searing anger. "Why do you do this to me? Why are you so cruel!"

"You don't like it?" Jareth asked, laughing with his small victory. "I thought you would. I mean, here are all of your dreams. This is all that you ever wanted."

"I don't want it anymore." Sarah said.

"But you have it now, and what done, is done." Jareth said, walking back to the doors. Before he shut them behind himself, he added, "All of this has been done for you. You would do well to remember that."

When he closed the doors, Sarah picked up the closest object to her and threw it with all of her might. It was her old music box with the woman in white, and it broke into pieces as it hit the solid wood of the door. Tears streamed down her face as the shadows of her past closed in on her from every corner of the room. There was no way that she could live in there without suffocating.

She need to destroy it all. A rage so fierce had come over her, and she broke everything she laid her hands on. Insanity took over as she hurdled stuffed animals and costumes out of the window. Why would he be so cruel to remind her of all this?

Sarah's rampage was only stemmed when a picture of her family slid out from a book she was about to toss. She fell to her knees and cried over those lost to her. Her heart felt as if a dagger had stabbed it and then been turned. There was no hope. She could not be happy here or in her old life. She looked up at the window and thought of Jareth's words. She could jump here too.

Thoughts of her friend came swimming into her mind, though, and Sarah knew that she could not bring herself to end it before seeing them again. Last resort, that was all it could be.

Sarah could never have believed that she would think such thoughts four years ago, but she was older now, and circumstances weren't the same anymore. Exhaustion swept over her body, and she knew sleep would come soon. So, throwing the rest of her old junk out of the window, Sarah curled up on the old bed and feel asleep immediately.

But her night was not a restful one. For nightmares of all sorts assaulted her mind. Indistinguishable nightmares of the past, and of what would come to her in the future.