Sarah, soaking in the hot bath water begins to think about the last encounter she had with Jareth. "I can give you everything, your dreams." She had wondered for the last five years why he hadn't tried to contact her again. She had rejected him but it didn't seem to affect him. In fact, it seemed as if he was pleased to know she didn't want anything to do with him. But still, she couldn't help but to think that maybe somewhere in the midst of her running the Labyrinth that he was actually being sincere in his offer. She shook the thought out of her mind and began to drain the water from her bath and drying off. As she wiped the steam from her mirror and began to brush her teeth, she opened her mirror cabinet to grab her toothbrush. As she shut it, it seems as Jareth appeared to her in the mirror, his conniving smile and mismatched eyes. Oh those eyes. As she whirled around to see if he was standing there, he was not. She turned back around to see nothing in her mirror. She shook her head and attributed the sighting to her wayward thoughts about him and that she was tired. After she dressed in her pajamas, she laid down on her bed and slipped into a deep sleep.

Jareth sat in his throne room, the hustle and bustle of goblins surrounding him. He formed a crystal to see Sarah. As he watched her slumber, his plan to win her back began to form more in his mind. At first, he thought he should just outright go to her and tell her the truth but after their first encounter, he thought it a bad idea. Then he thought about subtle hints of his love such as gifts and other affectionate things but he thought maybe she would dismiss it as it being a stalker. Then, a wonderful idea came to mind. She was living with her aunt at her farmhouse. She had all sorts of animals and farm-related chores. He decided he would disguise himself as a farmhand and gain Sarah's trust and once the time was right, he would reveal his true self and hope that she would accept him. "What a brilliant idea," he said and with that, he retired to his chambers, anxious to awake the next day to put his plan into place.

"Jareth, I am sorry I rejected you the first time. I want you. I need you. Please?" Jareth walked up to her, dressed in a black pair of pants, white tunic, his chest exposed, and black leather riding boots. He caresses her face with his soft hands and begin to lean into her. She quivers at his touch. He begins to lean in to her ear and speaks. "Sarah, my love." RING! RING! RING! Sarah is jolted straight out of bed to the sound of her alarm clock. She slams her hand on the snooze button. She sees the clock. 7 am. "Ugh, this is going to be hard to get used to," she says and she climbs out of bed. She headed to the armoire to find her clothes for the day. She picks a simple outfit of blue jeans, a green plain shirt, and tennis shoes. After she dresses, she throws her hair up in a simple ponytail and headed to the kitchen where her aunt was cooking breakfast. The smell of bacon, toast, eggs, and pancakes fills her nose as she approaches the table. She sits down and pours herself a glass of orange juice. Her aunt turns off the stove and place a steaming plate of bacon, toast, and eggs in front of her. She also places a plate of chocolate chip pancakes in front of her as well. She was surprised. She hadn't had chocolate chip pancakes for many years. Karen wasn't really one to cook sugary foods due to the fact she thought it was bad for growing children. Her aunt smiled and said, "I am sorry I wasn't very talkative last night. It's just different to have someone in the house since your uncle passed. Today, we are going to go over what chores need to be done. I haven't been able to hire a farmhand since Charlie quit. So we will have to make due until then." Her aunt and her finish their breakfast and wash their dishes when the doorbell rings.

Sarah goes to answer the door and there stands a man. He was about 6'1, long, sandy blonder hair and the most intriguing mismatched eyes. She stands in awe of him. His chiseled features could make any girl melt. Then he began to speak. "Hello, my name is Kyle. If I may ask, is Maria home?" Struck in awe, all Sarah could do was point to the kitchen and he nods and enters the house.