Well I'm surprised I didn't get flames for this. So this was a little confusing and I'm fleshing it out. This is my first non humor Labyrinth fic.
The first time he chanced upon London was when a young girl wished her sister away. He arrived in cape and ceremonial armor to steal away the poor babe the girl had presented to him. She was dressed in rags and the babe fared no better. It was shrunken and crying and world weary. The girl had cowered and he had gotten away quite easily. In fact he had just jumped out the window. When he hit the ground he transported the babe to his castle, to be taken care of until he found a suitable place for her. He paused to look around, the roughly cobbled streets gloomily lit; so much like some parts of his kingdom. The hewn stones cobbled together so carefully. He took a few long strides, his shadow casting a dark giant on the uneven stones. He heard a shuffle and spun around to find a woman behind him. Startled he ran and jumped behind a wall so the lady did not see him disappear
Ok. I tried to make this longer but Jareth is very antsy in London and is scared to stay longer.