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Thank you for the reviews!!! I do not own Labyrinth…

Sarah Williams sat on the airplane, flipping through a magazine, not really paying any attention to it. The flight attendants had already made their rounds, and the plane was preparing for takeoff.

"All passengers please make sure your seatbelts are fastened and all carry-on items are stored properly. Thank you."

Sighing, she placed the magazine back in the seat pocket and looked out the window and watched as the world got farther and farther away. It took only a few minutes for the plane to reach cruising speed and height. The sky outside was dark, and filled with shining stars.

I move the stars for no one…

Sarah shook the memories away and tried to focus on the beautiful view that she had.

In the thirteenth hour…

"No," She whispered to herself, running a hand through her hair. "It didn't happen."

The thirteenth hour…

"Would you like to try of one of our thirteen happy hour drinks, ma'am?" A flight attendant asked Sarah kindly.

"N-no thank you," She replied, blinking several times, trying to get back to reality.

Closing her eyes, Sarah tried to think of other things…Like her daughter. But when she thought of Sally, Sarah felt a great deal of guilt and remorse. If only she hadn't ruined her marriage… Why couldn't she just love her husband? There was nothing wrong with Trevor…Nothing at all! He was so sweet, so kind, and so understanding. He loved her and she loved him…Or, at least, she had thought that she loved him. It all seemed like a dream now. Like it had never happened.

Sarah felt like she couldn't live without Trevor, but at the same time, she felt like she couldn't live anywhere near him.

And marriage was supposed to be about living within each other; knowing each other and loving each other. A true partnership.

I can't live within you.

Why was it that everything she thought always led her back to him?!

That's what got her and her dear Sally into this goddamned mess! HIM!

To say that Trevor and Sarah were having a romantic evening would be the understatement of the year. They were becoming one; becoming one in the privacy of their own bedroom.

Kissing, touching, and feeling in all the right places, Sarah couldn't help but whisper her love's name. Only, in that one perfect moment, it was the wrong name that came out.

"Jareth," The name floated off her lips like a child's first dream…but it quickly turned into a nightmare.

"Who the hell is Jared, Sarah?!"

It took a minute for her to realize that she was crying, but Sarah quickly wiped the tears away and once again thought about her daughter.

"I just what you to be happy, Sally. I just wish that you could be happy," And she buried her face in her hands, beginning to sob quietly…

…wishing that Sally would never have to go through this kind of pain.

~!~

Sally was far too confused to scream.

The dry wind that whipped her wet hair around made her towel covered body shiver, raising goose bumps along her bare arms and legs. Holding the green towel in one hand, she used the other to keep her hair out of her face so she could see where she was.

Trees.

That's all that she saw.

Trees and darkness.

"H-hello?" She whispered, her teeth chattering from both the cold and her sudden fear. Nothing. No movement, and no sound. Maybe that was a good thing—

"'Ello!" A small voice said behind her, sounding pleasant.

Jumping, Sally turned around, facing no one. "Wha—"

"Down 'ere, ma'am."

Looking down, Sally came face to face with a small, blue worm sitting by her feet.

"Jesus—!" The teen stumbled backwards, bumping into a tree and holding it for support.

"Do I know ya from somewhere?" the little blue ting said, smiling. "You looks very familiar."

"Uh—I, um, don't th-think so." Sally said, getting down on her knees to get a better look at the thing. Still griping the towel tightly, she whispered, "You're a worm."

"Very observant of ya, ma'am." The thing nodded thoughtfully, "Follow me and take ya to my place to meet the misses. We could 'ave a spot of tea and then—"

"Tea?" Sally repeated, looking shocked. "A worm? But—for tea? I don't even know where I am…!"

"That explains your strange outfit, ma'am." The worm said, shaking his head. "I've never seen such a gown as that one there. It's mighty short, ma'am, if ya's don't mind me saying so."

"G-gown?" Looking down at herself, she widened her eyes, for the first time, realizing that she wore nothing but a skimpy towel. "Oh, God."

"Let's go, ma'am, for tea." The kind worm said, smiling up at her.

"I'm sorry, but, um, I need to figure out where I am." Standing up, Sally looked around herself again, trying to find a path or something.

"Okay then, until we meet again, ma'am. Good day!" And the little thing disappeared in a cloud of sparkling dust.

"W-wait!" but it was too late, Sally was alone in the darkness of this new forest. Sighing, she picked a direction and began walking, watching her step as she made her way through the woods.

God, I should've been wearing slippers! Sally thought as she stepped on several twigs and other hard, pointy objects.

~!~

"What do you mean you don't know where she is?!" The Goblin king yelled, standing up from his throne. "I thought she wished to be back here!"

"Sh-she d-did, Your Highness," The small goblin said, bowing and taking a step back. "But she's somewhere in the woods, she is. The wish led her there, not I, Your Highness. Tis not my fault!"

Feeling not one hint of pity for the creature, the King kicked it across the room with a roar of anger. "You there!" He pointed to a tall goblin next to him. "How fast can you arrange a search party?"

"Within the hour, Your Highness!" The thing bowed, looking at the dirty ground. "Where would you like us to begin searching, Your Highness?"

"The woods surrounding the outer walls of the Labyrinth, on the North Side! Find her!" The King yelled once more in anger before taking his seat back on his throne.

"But, Your Highness, the smell—"

"GO! Bring her back to me!"

The goblin ran from the room in fear, without another word.

~!~

Though her nose told her otherwise, Sally walked towards a rather nasty smelling swamp. The green water—if it could be called that—bubbled and stirred as she walked by. Spotting a stone bridge in the distance, the teen hoped that it would her somewhere less horrid and walked up to it. Just before stepping on the grey path, a small creature jumped in front of her.

"Who goes there!?" It called, swinging a long sword in front of it. "Stand down, you cowardly—My Lady?" The fox-like creature looked up at Sally in surprise. "Good God, Lady Sarah, is that you? My Lady!"

Trying hard not to think about what was happening, Sally backed away as the thing tried to hug her. "Um, no. You must be mistaken—"

"Mistaken not, My dearest Lady! For you have returned! It is you, Lady Sarah!" The fox jumped up into Sally's arms; she caught it with the hand she wasn't using to hold up the towel.

"I'm, um, n-n-not Sarah." She said, placing the fox back on the bridge. "You are mistaken, sir—"

"Sir Didymus, Lady Sarah!" The fox bowed, taking off his hat and putting away his sword. "How is it that you do not remember my name, dearest Lady?"

"Because I am not 'your Lady,," Sally said, taking a step back. "I'm not Sarah, okay? My name is Sally, Sally Williams."

"But how is it, Sally Williams, that you look identical to the Lady Sarah?" Didymus asked, tipping his small head to the side.

"I don't know!" She exclaimed, shaking her head. "I don't know anything! I don't know how the hell I got here…I don't even know where here is! And why the hell am I talking to a fox?!"

The small animal looked taken back, "Such language, My Lady!"

"I am not Your Lady!" Sally yelled, finally losing it. She fell to her knees and stated to cry, sitting down on the stone bridge. "I don't even know where I am," She said, choking on a few sobs as her voice broke.

"I am terribly sorry, My Lady." Didymus placed a small paw on her shoulder, "I am terribly sorry that all those years Aboveground have taken away your memories. But, my word, how little you've changed! I didn't know that mortals could look so young at your age!"

"M-my age? What are you talking about, Didymus?" The teen looked over at the fox in confusion, "I'm only seventeen."

"Not possible, My Lady!" The fox said, standing up tall to show his smarts. "Tis been thirteen years since your last visit! That would make you, let's see…near thirty seven, I presume! After you stopped calling us, anyway, My Lady!"

"What?!" Sally, her layer of confusion finally overflowing, yelled at the fox.

"You stopped calling us, my dear. After a few years you just stopped calling us to your mirror," The fox spoke as if he told this story every day.

"Didymus," Sally began, shaking her head. "I have no idea what you're talking about. And I am not thirty seven years old; I'm seventeen!"

"But that's impossible, Lady Sarah—"

"Look, my name is not Sarah, it's Sally. Sally Williams! I already told you this!" The teen was getting frustrated, "Can you at least tell me how I got here to…to Wonderland?!"

"Well, this place is no Wonderland, My Lady," The fox said, making himself comfortable on a stone nearby. "And I am not certain as to how you got here, and if you are not Sarah, then truly you have no business here."

"Who is Sarah?"

"I am surprised that you do not know her; for you look the same and share a last name—"

"Sarah Williams?" Sally's eyes became even wider, "My mother?"

The fox's eyes seemed to pop out of its skull, "Mother!?"

Before he could continue, a loud gunshot made the two jump in fear. Getting to her feet, Sally looked behind her, seeing the plants move as somethine tried to push through them.

"Lady Sally, we must run!" Didymus whistled and a small white dog ran up to him, and the fox rode it like a horse. "It seems that the Goblin's are looking for you!"

"What!?" Not thinking about it, Sally began to follow the fox out of the smelling bog. She ran alongside Didymus and the dog, her feet aching from hitting the hard, uneven ground.

"This way, Lady Sally!" The dog ran into a cave; a very small, fox sized cave.

"I'm not going to fit in there, Didymus!" She yelled stopping to look at the hole before running away, looking for another place to hide.

She faintly heard the fox call for her, but she continued running through the thick growth.

Sally could hear the goblins—or whatever the hell they were—catching up to her. Pushing her legs further only made things worse when her foot got caught on a large root, making her fall flat faced into the dirt. She screamed as her ankle twisted around. She would've reached out to catch herself, but trying to hold the green towel up made it rather difficult.

The twig snapping behind her made her gasp and turn, making her be face to face with the ugliest creature she'd ever seen.

"Hello Sarah!" It laughed before slapping her face with a large, jagged rock.

Sally was unconscious as they dragged her away.

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~Lyllith