Kylee was pleasantly surprised when her sight became perfect spontaneously. She was certain, too, that she had heard Jareth singing to her, telling her that he would be there soon, and always.

Ah, no matter. Her 17th birthday was upon her. In fact, it was the next week. Kylee didn't care much. The thing she was waiting for was her 17.01 birthday. That marked maturity among the fey-people. She wondered what to give the Goblins that night, as thanks for something she did not know. Being there for her, in her mind, perhaps.

She always did this: wish something to the Goblins for no particular reason. Maybe they would like a drawing of themselves. Yes, that would do.

Kylee dug in her drawers to find her best of the Goblins, the one where they were watching Sarah say the words. When she found it, she laughed at the whimsical stupidity and excitement that she had drawn in their eyes. The Goblins would absolutely love this. She said the words: "I wish the Goblins would come and take this away right now." Then added, to be polite, "Please and thank you." And smiled .

….

Something was being wished away. The Goblin King could tell by the way his Goblins fidgeted. They knew that they absolutely COULD NOT gather it (whatever IT was) without the King's permission. So they restlessly waited for Jareth to give his permission.

What they did not know (quite a lot, actually, but to be specific) was that their King was as excited as they were. He had patterned the wishing to being ONE week before the girl's birthday. So he gave his consent.

He was a little disappointed to see that the wishee was a mere picture of his Goblins. But then, after they celebrated the wishee, their ears pricked up again. All 100-some turned to their King, as to request permission to get THIS wishee.

Then the doors flew open. Higgle (or was it Hoghead? It was one of the two.) the dwarf bust in. "Your Majesty!" he said, bowing so low as to almost roll over, an act that would land him Prince of the Land of Stench if he did roll. His Majesty rolled his eyes and was rather disappointed when Hoghead didn't roll (he was always looking for a chance to suspend Higgle into the Bog of Eternal Stench).

"I have a letter for Your Highness!" Jareth straightened in surprise. A letter? He now noticed that the Goblins had slumped. This must be the second wishee that they had wanted to collect. But… from whom?

The dwarf gave the letter to Jareth, bowed again (almost being Prince of the Land of Stench), and quickly left the Castle. Meanwhile, Jareth opened the letter. DEAREST JARETH, it began. Dearest? Jareth, now interested, continued reading.

DEAREST JARETH,

I HAVE KNOWN YOU FOREVER (OK, SINCE I WAS 11). YET, YOU DO NOT KNOW ME, MOST LIKELY. LET ME TELL YOU A FEW THINGS, VIA NEXT LETTER.

LOVE,

KYLEE QUINN

So the girl's name was Kilee. Jareth liked that, it was otherworldly, like his own name. He grinned his sharp-toothed grin and proceeded to his Hall of Mirrors, where he could look into any mirror and appear in it. Kylee's was the closest. He peered into it and was surprised at what he saw.

She was excitedly talking to that infamous dwarf. She did not see Jareth reflected in her mirror in her mirror behind her. The dwarf did, so quickly went pale and wide-eyed in fear.

….

Kylee noticed Hoggle's fear. "What are you looking at?" she asked him nonchalantly. Then she saw a white figure in her other mirror. She turned to see what it was and gasped.

The Goblin King,

her ultimate crush,

was in her mirror

and smiling

his sharp-toothed smile.

At her.

He beckoned.

She shook her head.

And he vanished.