A kiss - while it strengthens the heart of one, it breaks the soul of another. And as Hoggle fled from the scene, Sarah continued to lose herself in the moment. Strands of ash blonde entwined with her own dusky locks as their lips locked together in a new, magnetic bond. At that point in time, she had forgotten about all the strife that Jareth had brought her, and took pleasure in his illusive enticement. But as she felt his hand slide down her back in a gesture that he wanted something more, she pulled away, for she knew better than to succumb to the King's temptations.

"Spoilsport," he pouted.

"Enough is enough." Sarah tried to sound assertive but she felt disorientated from the strength of his allure. She wasn't entirely sure whether her kiss was voluntary or not, but she chose to accept that it was. She didn't want to believe that Jareth had so much power over her, and for the first time, she felt like she had been in control. "I...I think I'll go back to my room now."

"Back to that dungeon?" he questioned, removing his fingers from her face and adjusting his posture to a more regal one. "You were right, Sarah, that room is clearly no place for a lady. Why, even the Oubliette has fewer vermin!"

"Well, then I guess I'll go back to the hut and see if Hoggle's returned." She had almost forgotten about her dear friend.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Jareth motioned to the edge of the balcony, where Sarah peered down. She gasped, surprised by the chaos that the goblins had caused. The city was dark but the flames illuminated parts of the town, and she could see that the battle was still well under way.

"I suppose…you could always spend the night in my chamber," offered Jareth, to which she responded with a scowl. "I, of course, will not be there" he added to redeem himself from accusation.

"Where will you sleep?" she queried, and with that, he began to depart to the archway which would lead him back into the castle.

"I'm a Goblin King," is all he replied with, before he ceased to exist within her immediate vision.

It both delighted and annoyed Sarah how comforting the bedding was in Jareth's chamber, and if she were not so exhausted, she would have questioned her insanity for the nights' events, which resulted in her sleeping in the bed of the being she both lust after and detested. But her eyelids overpowered her senses, and with ease she found herself falling into a wistful dream, one which left her thoughts as she awoke to the sunrise.

Stretching her slender body, she peeled off the heavy quilts and tiptoed over to Jareth's colonial gold mirror. The Goblin Kings' chamber seemed to have done her complexion the world of good, and she smiled at how pretty she looked on this particular morning. She combed through her rich chocolate hair with her fingers, and dressed herself in a fresh sweater and a pair of slacks, which had been left out for her. She decided not to question it.

Once she was clothed, she proceeded down to the castle's main hall, where she heard a assemblage of goblins still on the rampage. Peering through the archway, she could see that the grand battle still hadn't ended, and she feared it might turn into a war, for even Jareth appeared trouble by the fiasco. He hadn't seen her yet, so she took the opportunity to watch him from the sidelines. A frown imprinted on his countenance while the goblins tussled and brawled beneath his feet. Sarah couldn't help but feel sorry for him. As a King, his every command should have been obeyed by his royal subjects, but Jareth had been cursed with the worse kind of followers. His fatigued expression showed that all he wanted for his kingdom was some peace and tranquility, but the chaos the goblins were cause him gave him none of that. One of the goblins punched another so hard, that it caused his only tooth to bolt from his mouth and strike Jareth's cheek from across the other end of the room. That was when the King finally snapped out his trance and clenched his fists in fury. The corner of Sarah's lip twitched, for now she was going to see him be a true King and regain control over his castle. Maybe he would cast a spell over them, and Sarah would finally get to see the dark magic she was sure he possessed. As he stepped over to the scuffling crowd, he breathed in to speak.

"Alright, fun's over! I want this City back in order by noon, or I'll set the Fireys on you, and use your heads as serving dishes!"

Immediately the goblins dropped their weaponry and began to hurry about the castle, tidying all the mess and sweeping up the ash and dust. It was that simple. Not one of them questioned their master's commands and not one of them slacked off.

"What?" Sarah yelled, emerging from the obscurity and marching up to the King. Jareth flinched when he saw her. "You mean that all you had to do was tell them to stop and they would? You made me believe that I was trapped here!" Sarah glared at him in disgust. Her abrupt confidence shook him.

"Look, Sarah...last night...you became very agitated because of what happened to Hoggle. I thought that staying the night might help you to settle down, that's all. Certainly, I could have stopped the goblins, but then you would have gone looking for him, and I didn't want you out in the darkness of the Labyrinth while you were so vulnerable." He tried his best to sound in control, but he flaked in some of his words.

"You tricked me," She gritted her teeth, embarrassed that she had fallen for his lies, and even more so that she had fallen into his arms last night.

"Oh Sarah, don't look at me like that. You had a good time, didn't you?" he asked suggestively, sensing her thoughts.

"You're unbelievable" She huffed and shook her head, before storming off out into the Goblin City. "And all this time I could have been searching for Hoggle!" she screamed, unsure if she was telling herself or him.

She strode through the city with fury in her eyes. Her plan was to go straight to the hut. If Hoggle wasn't there she would go back out to look for him even if it took her all day and all night. She would not be able to rest until she knew Hoggle was safe.

Sarah had marched for a whole Labyrinth hour and the stone walls were beginning to merge into a one single barrier of despair. What didn't help, was the goblin that had decided to follow her all the way from the Goblin City. Pew was his name. She had found this out after uttering the words 'Pee-yew' at his foul-smelling flatulence. It wasn't as odoruful has Hoggle mind you, but still he didn't have to let rip right in her face as she knelt to tie her soggy laces.

Pew had decided he would make her search for Hoggle as difficult as a goblin possibly could. He would trip her up at every turn and purposely lead her into less than desirable situations. Stumbling into an enourmous cobweb with a ravenous sixteen-legged spider was something she'd be regretting for a while. Still, she didn't have the time or energy to be put off by Pew's attempts at sabotage, especially since in the back of her head she knew Jareth had most likely sent him. What an evil King he was. She scrubbed her lips wihth brute force. In a moment of curiosity, she had chosen lust over friendship and she detested herself for that. How could she have ever thought he would be good for her? Nothing about the Labyrinth was good.

"It's not fair," she whispered to herself, no matter how sick of the expression she was.

"You said that last time!" called an identifiable voice.

Sarah saw Hank and Frank, two familiar creatures that guarded two familiar doors. One was red and one was blue. But other than that they were identical and hid behind large shields that resembled playing cards. Pew, excited by new faces, ran over to Hank and tried and gnaw at his leg, only to get kicked away.

"Get off me, you pesky little bugger!" Hank sneered.

"I remember you two," Sarah sighed. "You were nothing but a hindrance, like this whole place. This whole place is a hindrance." Every word she spoke came out quiet and frail - a reflection of the hopelessness she was feeling inside.

"No we weren't!" said the identical twin of Hank, who projected his upside-down head from the nether regions of the shield. For a second she wondered how the guards would look if she thrust their shields from their grip, but then quickly decided that she didn't want to know. "We gave you a choice!" said Franks counterpart, who also joined the banter. "And now we're going to give you another one" Frank told, while the others 'oohed' and 'ahhed' at the proposition.

"Choice? Look I'm sorry but I really don't have time for your games. I'm looking for my friend!"

"You are?" Hank queried. "Oh, our mistake! We thought you were looking for the dwarf!" The upside-down twins retreated back out of view as if the conversation had now finished.

"W...Wait! You know where Hoggle is?" she cried.

"Well one of us does! He's through one of these doors!" Hank exclaimed.

"Which one?" Sarah knew that question was pointless. Why would they tell her when they could make it so much more complicated?

"We have a monster of a riddle for you this time, Lassie!" said Frank.

"Ba ba ba bum!" chanted Hank. "Oooh, it is a tough one! Certain death might be on the cards today!" He then proceeded to whisper with his counterpart to inform him of the puzzle.

Sarah rolled her eyes. The last conundrum was hard enough for her. She was never going to solve it! But at that moment something special happened. For it was the unlikely Pew who had saved her hours of mental torture. In a moment of goblin-haste, the little brute crudely ran behind Frank and thrust open the right-hand door, and not more than a second after the door opened, a gruesome mouth with a dozen rows of sharp teeth gobbled the wee creature and spat out his ragged clothes. After a gaudy belch, the drooling giant retreated back into the door which slammed shut in their stunned faces. Then Sarah smiled.

"That takes care of two problems. The second one being that now I know which door leads to certain death," she chuffed, skipping over to Hanks doors and pushing it joyfully. "Excuse me fine gentlemen!"

"Can she do that?" asked Frank as he watched her walk away from the scene.

"I don't know," offered Hank. "I still don't understand it."