A/N: This chapter is quite short, it's just a dream scene. The rest are all going to generally be longer than this and I will stick to updating every week.

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HOW YOU TURN MY WORLD

Despite being desperately overtired, Sarah slept fitfully. Her mind was a constant swarm of activity and she tossed and turned restlessly all night long, dreaming of being trapped in a maze of no escape. She dreamt she was ceaselessly running- searching for a way out- to no avail. She was trapped within the walls of her own dreaming imagination and they were quite literally closing in on her. She was haunted by the sound of an eerie, yet familiar tune, that she could not escape. The further away she seemed to run from it, the louder it got, a mans devoted voice following her, almost pleading with her. It followed her as she ran, soft and gentle it wrapped itself around her. She tried desperately to fight it off, to not give into the lulling melody that beckoned to her- the voice that seemed to caress her- but eventually it overcame her and engulfed her.

She found herself in a room where there was no music, no noise, not a sound at all. It was deadly silent, the type of silence that seems to cling to you and make your ears ring. Strangely, this room felt familiar too, but she could not quite place her finger on the sense of familiarity that she experianced. Looking around, she saw what could quite literally be described as a room full of stairs...and only stairs. Stairs that led up, down, this way and that way, stairs that were the right way round or upside down; but you wouldn't be able to tell which was the right way because the room had absolutely no sense of order or logicality. Sarah felt more trapped here than she did back in the maze where the music had been persueing her. And she felt watched. She could feel eyes boring into her, but where they came from she was not sure. She tried looking around the room into the shadows but they were too dark to make out any figures. She tried running up a flight of stairs, trying to escape the burning gaze she felt on her, but each staircase led to another and it was clear she wasn't making any progress. She whirled around to all sides, her long, nearly ebony hair whipping past her face. A sense of panic started to overcome her and she desperately tried one more attempt at escaping the room, escaping the eyes that watched her. She ran up a flight of stairs and at the top she realised there was no where else to go, no more stairs for her to reach. She stood on a small platform alone, with no other options- no where to go- besides one place... She could jump. Below her was another platform with a lot more stairways, but it was a far drop. She would surely hurt herself is she dare tried to take the jump. With one last panic stricken look around her, she felt the eyes burning deeper, as though they were trying to start a fire on her back, she jumped.

As Sarah fell through the air the whole room came undone. The stairs broke up, the walls split and it appeared as though everything was floating, suspended by itself in the air like a giant jigsaw puzzle that's pieces had been scattered out of their place. Sarah landed on another small platform in the centre of the dissaray. The air seemed to have taken on a change, it felt electric and Sarah felt confused as to how she hadn't hurt herself at all when she landed. She had seemingly floated down in slow motion and only landed on her feet gently, as though the room contained very little gravity.

She closed her eyes and tried to will herself away. She didn't understand where she was and what was happening and she still felt as though she was being watched.

A soft chuckle from behind made her eyes fly open and she whirled around. There, before her, stood him, the King- the King of the Goblins...Jareth. But to the Sarah in her dream she did not recognise the man, just like she didn't recognise the song or the room. He only seemed familiar, hauntingly familiar and it made her heartrate quicken just to look at him. She drew in a short, startled breathe and he only smiled at her and cocked his head to one side, giving her a look that made her feel both physically and emotionally weak. He was such a powerful being standing in front of her and he had appeared out of nowhere. He wore pale grey tights with knee high boots and a tattered flowing shirt. He was magnificent, he was breathtaking. But despite this, Sarah felt the need to feel wary of him, very wary and she took a step back...too far back.

She had been standing on the edge of the platform and as she stepped backwards her feet met with thin air and she slipped, starting to fall. Quick as a flash he appeared by her side and grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her back towards him. She stumbled into his arms and for a brief moment she was against him, against his body, her head touching his chest and she could hear his heart beating. For a brief moment she felt safe, as though she could stay like that forever, held against him firmly by his strong hold, but only for that brief moment because then he was gone and she was alone once more with only a breathe of "be careful" whispering in her ear.