A/N: Okay, I lied again. I said I was going to update weekly. Here's the thing; I'm not very good at doing things on a schedule, so I've decided just to update whenever I get a chapter done. That said, here's chapter three.

Disclaimer: I figured out the problem. ::ahem:: I wish the Goblin King would give me the rights to his movie…right now! …Dang. Still don't own it.

The room was completely whitewashed. It had four walls, all of which were white. A door set in one of the walls was also white. The ceiling and floor were white and the only two pieces of furniture in the room were a colorless dresser in the corner and a bed pushed up against the wall.

Sarah hated it. As the door closed and the lock clicked behind her, she felt despair clouding her chest. This place was a prison! The only window was tiny and there were no mirrors. After the two incidents Sarah had had with mirrors, all of the mirrors had been removed from her new home before she was brought in.

With a sad sigh, Sarah plopped down on the bed and started picking at the tattered quilt, seemly oblivious to the camera near the ceiling. The silence was piercing. She had to get out of here. If she wasn't crazy already, (which was possible) she would be before long.

"Hoggle?" she whispered, keeping her eyes focused nonchalantly on the blanket. "I--I need you."

There was no answer. But of course not, she had no mirror to call him with. Sarah had never been so utterly alone. Finally, the reality of her situation sank in and Sarah curled up on the bed, with her face buried in the pillow and began to cry.

Far away, in the Underground, the Goblin King was handling another human. Sitting in his throne, his legs draped over the arm, Jareth disinterestedly twisted a crystal between his gloved fingers, turning it this way and that. He completely ignored the teenaged boy standing before him.

"Uh…Your--Your Majesty?" the boy stammered. Slowly the Goblin King raised his mismatched eyes to the boy. Unblinkingly, he stared at the child, waiting for him to continue.

Probably about eighteen years. Mused Jareth. Much too old to be wishing a sibling away for some ridiculous, minor annoyance.

"Please." The boy pled again. "I made it through the maze, just let me have my sister back!" His voice had risen, desperately, as he watched the King's face and saw no pity there.

"The labyrinth took you fourteen hours." corrected the Goblin King in a bored tone. "You were allotted thirteen. You failed." He returned his gaze to the crystal in his hands. Back and forth he tossed it, from left to right, the light catching on it, but the picture within always just out of reach.

But the teen wasn't finished yet. "What am I supposed to tell my parents when they ask where Sara is?"

The crystal slipped from his fingers and shattered on the stone floor.

Jareth's eyes flashed and narrowed and he rose, his great height imposing. The poor boy cowered, his fear evident.

"You make the foolish mistake of believing that I care." He answered, his voice suddenly low and dangerous.

"But--" the boy protested.

Before he could say another word, the Goblin King waved his hand and the teen vanished.

Alone in his Throne Room, Jareth allowed a sigh to escape his lips as he glared down at the broken mess at his feet. Sarah. How long had it been since she had defeated him? A day? A week? In her time, it must have been months. Whatever the length, he remembered well and doubted he would ever forget. Her long, dark hair and cold green eyes--

As if in answer to his thoughts, her voice echoed through his head, distant and hollow as if coming from a radio on a bad frequency. "Hoggle? I--I need you."

Startled, Jareth jerked his head around, his eyes darting about. It vaguely occurred to him how fortunate it was that none of his subjects were there to witness such behavior. But why was he hearing Sarah? It had been some time since she had called her friends and he often wondered why. The temptation to fly to the Aboveground and see was quite strong, but Jareth had sworn that he would never seek her out again, no matter how he wished it.

Instead, he threw himself back into his chair, pressing his long fingertips to his temples and trying very hard not to think.

A/N: Okay, next chapter to be up as soon as I have time. ;) Please, R&R!! Danke!