It's late, I know, but I have a good reason:

I'm LAZY.

It won't happen again I swear, but I won't put due dates on my stories anymore, instead just expect them to be out in the same week or early the next, sorry `-`

Jareth POV:

Jareth hadn't to startle her so badly, but he had.

He felt so horrible, to think that she had cried when she had seen him and the next time he saw her she yelled and screamed at him, blaming him for Toby's untimely death. This had confused a great amount.

Jareth had nothing to do with the child death; he hadn't even heard about the boy's death until the day he decided to spy on in his owl form; otherwise know as the day of the young boy's funeral.

Jareth paced back and forth in his throne room; Every so often tripping over a drunk or sleeping goblin. He had to see her, but he wasn't himself, he was much too tense and irritated.

"I just don't get it. She should have been happy to have seen me!" Jareth exclaimed loudly, waking several drunken goblins, "After all she been my obsession since she left, but she wouldn't know that. She has never even summoned me to visit her, but she gladly welcomes those misfit friends of hers!"

This simple girl gave the king migraines; if she would just love him, everything would be so much simpler, but loving the goblin king was something the simple girl refused to do willingly.

Jareth heaved a loud sigh and plopped into his throne, still suffering from his massive migraine. He was temped to go to the aboveground to see how Sarah was doing, but he felt too guilty prior to today's previous event, so he sat there; knee deep in thought.

Sarah's POV:

Sarah awoke in her bed; her body was tangled in her bed covers, showing she had been tossing and turning in her sleep.

She untangled herself from her bed and walked from her room and to the staircase, but she stopped short while she was halfway down the stairs. She heard her parents arguing in angry whispers.

Sarah thought about walking down right away, but she knew if she went down there Irene and Robert would break up the fight, so Sarah settled on eavesdropping on them.

"Robert, I demand that you allow me to take Sarah to the doctor, these mental breakdowns are getting out of hand! I'm worried for her." Irene struggled to sputter out.

Robert shifted uneasily and finally whispered, "OK, but only if I'm the one to take her."

Irene rolled her eyes then nodded. "I assume she's still your 'little girl'." Irene said with a smile.

Robert chuckled and a nodded.

Sarah quickly ran up to her bedroom and shut her door behind her as quietly as possible. How could they? Sarah wasn't mental, if anything she is most likely the sanest person in the household, not to mention they were so calm talking about it! Irene and Rob laughed, how could they laugh turning a conversation like that!

She stared at her vanity; contemplating whether she wanted to call her friends, but she was in no shape to talk to her friends and besides her melancholy talk would put her friends down too; the last thing she wanted.

Sarah paced around in her bedroom, nervous that they would take her to a doctor, but Sarah's paces slowed as she noticed something; a bear from her shelf was gone. Sarah could have sworn it was there when she clean her room last Friday.

Sarah touched the empty shelf and felt a piece of paper in there. She pulled the wrinkled paper out and studied it.

It looked as if it had once beheld writing, but the words were too faded to decrypt, so Sarah simply threw in the waste basket, assuming it was an old note from her past school years and continued to pace back and forth.