Sarah sighed and felt in front of her, hoping against hope that there wouldn't be a wall there. She was slowly regaining feeling in her backside, so this gave her hope that maybe whatever it was upstairs didn't hate her. She cheered victoriously to herself when she felt the evidence of a door frame.

"Freeeeeeeeeeeedom!" she crowed, crawling through the doorway. She wasn't sure how high it was and didn't want to risk smacking her head on the ceiling because she couldn't see it.

"Oi, where'd she go?" echoed one of the voices from behind her.

"That way!" The pompous old man replied.

"What way?"

"That way! You know what way!"

Eventually the voices faded and for that Sarah was thankful; she didn't think she could stand another moment listening to their mind numbing chatter. As soon as that thought had come into her mind, she smacked head long into a dead end and cursed viciously, rubbing at her forehead. Oh, that was so going to bruise. Stupid karma.

She turned so she could rest against the wall and gain some sort of idea of where she was and smacked right into another wall. She gritted her teeth, her irritation growing steadily.

"What in the hell kind of box is this anyway?!" she yelled, her voice echoing off the walls and splitting into several different voices, all repeating her but in a mocking Jareth-esque sort of tone.

She grumbled miserably and sat there for a while, too scared to move in case she ran into another wall. She wasn't sure how much more she could take, and she wanted to know if Toby was alright, and if there were any Chinese restaurants in the Goblin City.

Her stomach growled in reply.

"I know, Sir Grumble, we'll get you something soon!"

Jareth had always doubted the mindset of Sarah…but as he watched her through one of his crystal balls which slid rhythmically up and down his arm, he had to wonder if she hadn't completely lost it. She appeared to be talking…to her stomach.

"What is the girl doing, siiiiiire?" came the hissing voice of one of his more serpentine looking goblins, who hovered around his throne, kissing some ass.

"She appears to be conversing with her digestive system."

He was in the throne room of his castle, over looking the large congregation of goblins which were surrounding a very frightened Toby, who sat in the middle of the room wide eyed. He hadn't said a thing since he arrived and Jareth wondered if he was in shock. You'd think he'd be used to the alternate universes by now, geez.

The King tapped his riding crop on the edge of his throne and he looked at the crystal in mild boredom. Sarah had stopped trying to move five minutes ago and he was quickly losing interest. He reached behind him where he kept a salad bowl and took a peach in hand. He smirked and threw it at the crystal ball, where it was immediately sucked inside.

Sarah could hear the ominous sound of something flying towards her. She didn't know how that was possible though, because she was in the most infuriatingly nonsensical cube she'd ever seen. Well, she hadn't actually seen it, since it was still annoyingly dark.

During her thought process, something small, round and solid connected with the back of her head, which had been leaning against what she thought had been a wall. So as well as being hit in the head by a solid object of some sort, she had lost her wall which she had been balancing on, and promptly fell backwards. To add insult to injury she landed on the thing that had hit her and it made a loud "SQUELSH" noise, and also, coincidently, happened to be a name of one of Jareth's Goblins.

Sitting next to Jareth and the creepy serpent goblin, the other goblin known as "SQUELSH" (quotation marks included), looked up at what he thought had been the call of his name.

"'Ey your 'ighness, I think I 'as just been called I 'as," he said proudly, or as proud as a goblin who had a permanently squished in face could be. Then again, he was the one and only goblin whose face was so squished that it partly came out the other side of his head with a "SQUELSH" noise. So maybe being different was something he could be proud of!

Jareth shifted in his throne so he could better smack "SQUELSH" over the head with his riding crop. The poor little goblin fell to the ground and writhed there, because he had fallen on what little part of his face stuck out at the back of his head. Falling onto his back was a painful thing.