Jareth sat down on the ground and wiped his forehead. Reshaping the labyrinth takes a lot out of a person. He was mentally, and physically tired and his magic was strained. Taking a deep breath, soaking up the magic of the labyrinth, he regained his composer. Reaching into a pocket he retrieved a crystal, focusing he checked in on Sarah.

Sarah was no longer in the castle, she was just outside the Goblin City. Most likely looking for old friends, Jareth thought to himself. Sarah, unfortunately had no idea where to go, Jareth was sure she suspected where her friends would be, he pondered the thought of offering to take her to them himself. But, that would be too easy; besides, he didn't want her running off with her friends just yet.

Still, Jareth didn't make a move to stop her, to try to bring her back to the castle. Why, wasn't he rushing off? He wondered to himself. He suddenly began to doubt himself, which was not something Jareth did often. Why would Sarah so readily agree to return to the labyrinth? Why would she choose to call on him rather than finding another way in? He was sure she could have found another way. Why bring him into this? Didn't she hate him after what had happened?

Jareth quickly overcame his doubts about Sarah. He would just have to let things play out. Drawing on the labyrinth's power he shifted it, so he was behind Sarah as she walked towards where she thought her friends would be.

"Didn't even bid your host farewell Sarah? That's not good manners!" he said leaning against the wall behind her.

Sarah turned quickly, the look on her face showed that she wasn't expecting Jareth to follow her.

Taking a second to gather herself she replied, "I didn't realize I had to check out with you every time I wanted to leave."

"Did I say that? No, I said you didn't say goodbye to you generous and hospitable host. You are a guest. But then, I forget that mortals are not as courteous as they should be," Jareth replied while playing with a crystal in his hand.

Sarah narrowed her eyes, "Are you calling me rude?" she asked.

"Well, you had the whole South Wing to yourself, my servants made you brand new clothes and food when requested, and you leave without a note, a goodbye, or a thank you. If you think, Sarah, that I am calling you rude, it's only because of what your actions have shown, I never did say the word 'rude'," Jareth kept his cool even though Sarah was making him very frustrated.

"I don't owe you anything," Sarah said crossing her arms over her chest.

"Don't you?" Jareth asked her, raising an eyebrow.

Sarah raised her chin and looked Jareth straight in the eyes "No," she said before turning sharply on her heel and stomping away from him.

Jareth waited a few moments before putting himself in Sarah's path.

"Still acting like a young, ungracious teenager, Sarah? I guess some of us never outgrow that," he said calmly as Sarah almost ran into him.

Sarah took a few steps back from Jareth. "What do you want?" she asked, gritting her teeth at his comment.

"If you must know, I was going to give you a gift. But I don't think you'll want it," Jareth looked at his gloved hands casually, as if he didn't care what Sarah had to say.

"You're right, I don't want it. I don't want to have anything to do with you. You can follow me as long as you like, but I'm not going back to see what you have for me. I've learned not to trust your presents," Sarah stepped around Jareth and started to make her way past him.

How could she act like this? He was trying so hard. What did he have to do to make her happy? Anger growing inside Jareth's hand shot out and grabbed Sarah by her sleeve.

"I've worked very hard on this special gift for you. It's not a trick, if I did want to trick you I would have already done so. But I haven't. Would you just comply with my request to come back to the castle for a minute or so?" Jareth said his voice dangerously low.

Sarah looked up into his mismatched eyes. Her eyebrow was furrowed and she looked like if she could kill him just by staring at him, she would.

"Only if I'm allowed to bring my friends," she said finally, still staring daggers into Jareth.

"One friend, but your choice," Jareth haggled.

Sarah thought for a moment. Jareth could see her weighing her options and for a moment he was sure that she could attempt to slip out of his grasp and run off into his kingdom.

"Fine, I choose Sir Didymus," Sarah said conceding to Jareth's will.

Jareth let go of Sarah's sleeve and instead offered his hand out to her, "Then we should find him," he waited for her to take his hand. While, he could shift them both through the labyrinth without touching, it was much harder and he was already tired from his earlier reshaping of the labyrinth.

Sarah eyed his hand, Jareth almost rolled his eyes in annoyance, must she be so suspicious of him all the time? "Why do I need to hold your hand?" she questioned, looking at Jareth's hand like it would bite her.

"So, that we can move through the labyrinth instantaneously to find your Sir Didymus, friend," he said getting tired of her questioning everything.

Sarah didn't say anything, but took Jareth's hand. Jareth shifted them through the labyrinth to the Bog of Eternal Stench where Sir Didymus still guarded his bridge.

"Eugh, he still lives here?" Sarah asked holding her arm in front of her face.

"Yes, he does, and I'm not to blame for I have invited him to work at my castle, but he won't leave this Bog." Jareth said suspecting Sarah would blame him for Sir Didymus' choice of living.

Sarah didn't respond to his comment. Instead she marched right up to Sir Didymus' post at the bridge.

"My Lady!" Sir Didymus cried with joy when he saw Sarah.

Sarah ran across the bridge and picked Sir Didymus up in a hug. "I've missed you so much," she said quietly as she hugged him. After a quick hug she set Sir Didymus back on the ground.

"What are you doing here, My Lady? We haven't seen you here in a long time!" Sir Didymus said pleased to see his friend, but a little hurt that she hadn't visited in a long time.

"I know, I'm sorry. I wasn't able to get into the labyrinth again. But now I'm back," Sarah said to her friend, feeling bad for making her friends think she had abandoned them.

Before this little chit-chat turned into a lengthy discussion and reunion, Jareth cleared his throat and stepped into view. "Sorry to interrupt, but aren't you forgetting why we came here Sarah?" he almost shook with impatience.

"No, I wasn't forgetting, I was just saying hello to my friend," Sarah replied quite curtly.

Ignoring Sarah's rude reply, Jareth turned to Sir Didymus, who had folded himself into a low bow. "We require your assistance, Sir Didymus, I have made a present for Sarah and she does not trust me. This is where we need your help, because she has requested a chaperon, of sorts," Jareth said to the still bowed Sir Didymus.

"Why, of course I'd be willing to help My Lady, Your Majesty," Sir Didymus replied eagerly.

"Good. I'm glad you'll help us," Jareth said as he shifted them back to his castle.

"I thought you had to be touching in order to do that," Sarah said accusingly. She glared at Jareth and she began to clench her fists.

Jareth cursed himself for his carelessness in his haste. "Sarah, I was tired earlier and I didn't have enough strength to concentrate on moving us without touching,"

"You lied to me, again!" Sarah said turning her back to leave.

"Sarah, come back here and talk rationally with me," Jareth said to Sarah's back as she stormed off.

Sarah ignored Jareth and kept walking, furious at him, when she had walked out of sight of Jareth and Sir Didymus; she turned a corner, only to find herself right back where she had started. Sarah's mouth dropped and she looked behind her. "What- but…"

Jareth shook his head at her. "Sarah, Sarah, Sarah. Nothing ceases to amaze you, does it? I would have thought you knew by now that I have total control over my labyrinth,"

"Just leave me alone," Sarah said looking at Sir Didymus for help.

But Jareth beat her to the punch. "Sarah, you're not going to go back on your word are you? You said you would accompany me for me to give you your present if I got Sir Didymus for you. I did as you asked and now you're trying to walk away?"

Sir Didymus looked up at Sarah with wide eyes. "My Lady?" he asked hopefully, not wanting to believe Sarah wouldn't stay true to her word.

Sarah glared at Jareth. He knew how to twist his subject's heartstrings, that was for sure. "Fine, fine. I'll go with you then. But, after that, I am going off on my own and I don't want to hear from you any longer," she said conceding.

"As you wish," Jareth replied as he led the way around his castle, to where he had made Sarah's gift.