"Uh uh uh, no more sneaks for you, Jareth dear. Your sneaking days have ended. Best come to terms with this fact. Don't let it give you a heart attack."
Sarah grinned a wicked grin. Still she could feel the anxiety in her chest. Wondered vaguely how connected their life forces had become. Was that his anxiety or hers?
Who knew.
It didn't matter anymore. The game was up.
"I know, sweetie, I took away your favorite toy…and then some. Deal with it, love. My life is not your buffet anymore. You want to talk to me, you do it human style from here on out. Otherwise ciao, ta ta, cheerio…"
Eyebrow cocked, water gun at the hilt, Sarah traipsed elegantly over the lawn and back toward her house.
Jareth stood a moment longer, hair doused and dripping across his salty forehead.
Oh, Sarah…
His heart picked up as he noticed her turn around once more. Maybe she'll re-nig and let us play again, he thought greedily.
"By the way, my dearest defanged nuisance. I heard you're an excellent salsa dancer. Too bad I never got to try that one on for size…"
And she disappeared into the doorframe.