Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Labyrinth or anything. Same ole' same ole'.

A/N: Wow, all those reviews. I can't believe you guys liked that chapter. I never expected so many reviews. I just hope that you continue to read this story and that you like this as it goes along. Love you guys lots.

"Dad, Karen.... I'm getting married!" Sarah waited, phone pressed to her left ear, wondering what her father and step-mother were thinking on their end. They were in Florida, living happily together with Toby. He had grown considerably since his encounter with the Labyrinth, and now he was almost eleven. His birthday was in two weeks and he was really excited.

"You're... getting married?" she heard her father say over the speaker phone on the other side. She had told him to have the speaker on so she could tell all three of them at the same time. She couldn't tell if he was smiling or holding a look of confusion. This scared her a great deal.

"Yes, aren't you happy for me?" she asked, worried.

"Well, or coarse we're happy for you," smiled Karen.

"Right on, Sarah!" exclaimed Toby. They all began to cheer and Sarah began to laugh. She loved hearing Toby use his Florida talk. Living in America certainly changed his way of speaking.

"I'm so glad that you're getting married, honey," smiled Greg, her father.

"I'm so relieved," said Sarah. "I wasn't sure that you would take this that well. I mean, I know you two haven't exactly warmed up to the idea of Bryan and I being together."

"Nonsense," smiled Karen. "We're thrilled that you're marrying Bryan. He's a nice young man. He definately has a future ahead of him."

"Haven't you learned by now that mum and dad won't like anyone that you bring home and marry?" asked Toby.

"He's got a point, you know?" added Greg. Sarah chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess you do have a point, munchkin." She smiled as she thought of her baby brother.

"Well, I gotta go, my friends are waiting at the park for me. Talk to you later, Sarah!" called Toby.

"Talk to you later, Tobe," Sarah called, shortening his name. She heard the door in the background close and smiled. Then, she remembered something and sobered. "Is he still having those dreams, Karen?"

"Yes, unfortunately," sighed Karen, sobering as well. "I just don't know where he gets such stories from. I certainly don't remember telling him any stories about a silly goblin king or a crazy room with stairs going everywhere. I can't even begin to imagine where he got the idea of a roomful of goblins drinking and chasing chickens around."

"He's been having those wild dreams ever since he was three," sighed Greg. "The psychiatrist says that it might be post dramatic symptoms from some horrible event that happened in his youth. But I don't know what that could be. The worse thing that happened to him was the time he was five and had the chicken pox so badly that he still has scars under his eyes and a few on his chest."

"Yeah, I don't know where he could've gotton such crazy ideas from," sighed Sarah, biting her lower lip. She knew perfectly well where he had gotton those 'crazy ideas' from, but she just was not going to blurt out to her parents that she had anything to do with it. That would be an interesting conversation, wouldn't it? How many of you would actually walk up to your parents and say, "Mom, dad, I lost your youngest child to a freakish goblin king in spandex pants. I certainly hope that you don't mind that. I'm sure he'll love his life as a goblin." Honestly, how many of you would actually admit to that? Why not just handcuff yourself, walk right into a police station, and admit to being an unfit human being?

"He probably got ahold of one of your fairy tale books that you used to own when you were younger, Sarah," said Greg.

"Well, I don't remember losing any, but I will look in my old stuff and report back to you," Sarah promised. Though, she knew that she did not have to do anything of the sort because all of her childhood belongings were safely packed away in a few boxes up in her attic, never to be looked at again.

"Thank you, Sarah. And congratulations on getting married. We'll be there, front row, watching proudly," smiled Karen.

"Except for Toby, who will be the ring bearer, and that short time when Dad'll be giving me away," smiled Sarah.

"Of coarse, except for that," Karen smile.

"I'll talk to you later," said Sarah.

"Alright, love you Sarah," said Greg.

"Love you guys too," smiled Sarah. "Bye."

"Bye," said Greg and Karen at the same time.

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Jareth was woken up by a sudden jolt. He jumped to his feet, but then began to stumble about. And, as quickly as it had begun, it stopped.

"What happened, good sir?" asked Sir Didymus as he rushed in on his noble steed, Ambrosious.

"It's begun," said Jareth.

"What's begun?" asked Hoggle, coming in and rubbing his head.

"We're disappearing..." said Jareth.

A/N2: Well, here is the second chapter. I think this is helping me a lot with my HP stories. Don't ask me how, but it is. Anywho, keep on reading. Hope you like you like.