When Sarah woke up the next morning, she'd almost forgotten her trip to the Goblin City. Until she wandered into the kitchen and saw that book where she'd thrown it. Damn that man for making her this crazy. He hadn't even done anything and still she found herself blaming him for her discomfort. Her editor had called her and left a message, wondering where her next travel article was, but Sarah couldn't work up the energy to focus on work. She giddily wondered if she could write her next article on astral projection. It was the perfect means of travel, she'd write, totally free and you don't even have to pack!

She picked up the book again and placed it on the counter. Moving slowly, she went to the cabinets and pulled out a huge mixing bowl and the ingrediants for pancakes. She needed comfort food and a cold glass of milk. And a new grip on reality. Well, two out of three wasn't bad, right? After breakfast, she could feel the book touching her mind. Silly thought, it was just a book, nothing more. But she ignored it anyway and started writing her travel article. Her latest trip to the French countryside had brought her into contact with all sorts of ancient myths. She specialized in the bizarre, the unheard of, the unexplained. It seemed like most of her life was trying to understand the unexplained.

She sat at her laptop and started to write about a long lost church that supposedly brought soul mates together. After a few hours of writing and editing she looked at her work and frowned. It seemed that although she'd always prided herself on the diversity of her travels and the different stories she had brought to her readers, they all had one thing in common - finding your heart's desire. Why had she never realized that before now? And why did it hurt so much?

She closed her laptop and wandered into the kitchen for some jasmine tea, it always helped her nerves. Looking at the mirror, she called to Hoggle who appeared quickly. He smiled at her and she nodded, amused.

"I tried your little book last night," she said, gesturing to the book on her counter. Hoggle looked at it, surprised.

"That's not from me, Missy - I haven't got access to fancy books where I lives. Maybe you wished it to you?" Now it was her turn to look surprised.

"You - didn't give it to me? Then why? Oh and Hoggle - I saw goblins yesterday, during the storm," she said. At his stunned look she talked quickly. "Not here, I went to them - to the Goblin City, but they were different. Dressed up and talking like nobility - what was that all about?"

"Ah, well, you see Sarah - not all of the goblins are simpletons. A lot of them are nobility and they play whatever part the rat asks them to when they're needed. How - how did ya sees them anyway?"

"I told you - the book, it's about astral projection - keeping your body in one place while your soul travels without you."

"And you thought I'd give you such a thing? No way -that's dangerous magic, Sarah. No one here's been able to use it without Jareth's teaching them and he never teaches it."

"But - I did it, and well, it's not like I did it on purpose. But it wasn't that hard." Hoggle just stared at her.

"Queen of wishes," he sighed. She frowned, there was that name again. He ran a weary hand through his hair and bowed.

"Use your book if you wish, but don't say I didn't warn you of what you might see. The Goblin City's not all it seemed." He started to fade from sight. "I'll talk with you later, Sarah, I've got fairies to spray and um, things to do." With that, he was gone.

Hmm, Sarah thought. Things were getting a bit interesting. There were things Hoggle didn't think Sarah would be happy to learn and apparently someone had sent her magic without telling her why. Could Jareth be tricking her somehow? Or something else that she didn't want to think about, could he be missing her just as much as she missed him?

Only one way to find out, she supposed. She grabbed the book and ran back to her room. Settling into the bed, she opened the book again and began to read.

If your heart's desire is what you hope to find in your travels, you must open your mind to it completely. Do not shy from the darkness, for darkness is simply the absence of light, not the absence of faith. Light your own path and you will find your way to your dreams. Just remember that dreams are not mere fantasies - but a way to find your chosen path. Tread lightly, traveller, or you may find your way onto a path you did not choose.

If you wish to visit a place and not be seen - simply wish to not be seen. When you want someone to be aware of you, use whatever means at your disposal. It's your travel, use the journey wisely and think of your dreams.

Sarah closed her eyes and thought of Jareth. She wondered what he was doing, what he was wearing. She was so tired of thinking about him and not wanting to think about him. It was time to see what he was doing without her. If she saw that he was happy, she'd let it go and start living her own life. But if there was any chance that he missed her just a little, well - she'd have to see what could be done about it. The sooner the better.

She felt herself go limp slowly, as the magic within her started to take on a life of its own. She was getting better at sensing its presence now. The book had been the catalyst, bringing her power to her, but she knew that it was just a tool to be used. Jareth had given her certain powers but she'd forgotten - she'd abused the privilage and it had been in hiding for the past six years.

She opened her eyes to see herself in Jareth's throne room. She didn't want anyone to see her, especially not him. She looked around. There were no goblins, no chickens. Just an empty room and a silent Goblin King on his throne, reading a letter. A beautiful woman entered, her long blonde hair framing a perfectly formed face. She curtsied to the king and he looked up, smiling.

"Genevieve, so good to see you," he drawled.

"Jareth, I see you've read the marriage proposal from my father - is it satisfactory?" Sarah's heart dropped - what was happening. Jareth looked at the letter, then back at the smiling woman who was inching closer to him with each passing breath.

"It is more than satisfactory - it is accepted. Welcome to my humble kingdom," he said, kissing her hand lightly.

Sarah gasped. Jareth and Genevieve looked around, puzzled.

"Did you hear something?" the girl asked. Jareth said nothing, but his eyes darted around the room, hunting for something - someone.

"No, I did not. I shall see you at dinner, Precious. I must finish some work now." She bowed and left the room.

Precious? He dared call this - woman - Precious? Sarah felt her blood boil. How dare he? How dare he give her this magic to fling his love affairs in her face? She was livid. She had seen enough. She raced back home and threw the book in the trash, falling to the floor in a flood of tears.

She would never dream again.