A/N: Sorry this took so long. I have had a series of technical difficulties and I feel you have all waited long enough for the second chapter so here it is! I am very sorry that it is so short.
A massive thank you to all who reviewed, I'm glad you like it!
I still don't own this unfortunately.
R&R
co-written with GoldenPadfoot148

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Sarah spent the rest of the night slipping in and out of consciousness, visions of the Labyrinth swimming in her mind. At one point she had even thought she'd heard tapping coming from the inside of the mirror. Though...it couldn't have happened...Right?

Sarah awoke to the sound of her alarm the next morning at 6:00am, and she slammed a hand down on it to silence it. She sat up slowly, pushing the hair back off of her tear-stained face, and glanced around her room slowly. Last night hadn't happened, as far as she was concerned. It was a dream...a daydream caused from too much stress.

She dragged herself from her bed reluctantly, trudging through to the en-suite bathroom, and then slammed the door in an attempt to waken herself up more. Hopefully it would get her roommate up too. She didn't procrastinate long in the shower, and half 6 saw her sitting at the kitchen table in her business clothes nursing a hot espresso. Jessica apparently hadn't been home last night, so she had the flat to herself until 7, where she would have to leave to go to the studio.

A director was very interested in her idea of turning 'Labyrinth' into a film, and was even more excited than she to have it made. The manuscript was written, and today they would be looking at casting. Sarah got a first-hand choice of who got casted as who, so she had to get there earlier than usual.

At about quarter to 7, she decided to leave to get to the airport. She placed her coffee mug on the kitchen counter, and sighed, looking at it. The mug had a pun that related to one of her favourite songs, "Don't Go Breaking my Heart'' by Elton john with the changed words ''don't go bacon my heart, I couldn't if I fried''. It was her mug- Even Jessica's friends knew not to touch it. She sighed again, and then walked to the door, scooping her keys out of the jade bowl as she left.

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Sarah caught the flight at 5 to 11 and practically launched herself into her seat- luckily it was beside the window- after 3 hours in customs she was happy to get a seat. The pilot announced that they would arrive in Los Angeles at 25 to 1 at the latest.

Sarah didn't like flying... OR planes... OR airports... in fact she hated the concept of flight altogether, the only reason she agreed to fly to Los Angeles is because she couldn't take the bus or the train as they were at least 8 hour long rides and she had her classes to attend at college.
The fact that she was seated in front of a child made matters evenworse!
They weren't long in the air before the bloody thing started to cry... she hated crying children... ESPECIALLY ones that KICK the seat in front of them! The mother of the thing wasn't doing anything to stop it either.

Suddenly a specific sentence fluttered in her memory... no...No no no... She would NOT use that sentence, not here, not anywhere, not after the first and only time she had used it. Not after she traipsed her way through the labyrinth the get Toby back.
Instead of dwelling on that subject Sarah decided to close her eyes and imagine she was somewhere else, anywhere else, just as long as she didn't have to think about him. She tried to drown out the noise of the cabin and the kicking toddler but she had no luck and was forced to endure the rest of the flight stewing in her displeasure.

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When she FINALLY arrived in LA she barged her way through the crowds and lines of people, homed in on her luggage and raced to catch a cab to the studio.

It wasn't long before she found a cab, and immediately regretted taking the one closest to the doors. She found out very quickly that the driver goes by the name of Bob, is divorced, has four kids and two cats called Tim and Clifford- Clifford is supposedly unwell and is going to the vets this evening.
Sarah stopped listening when Bob was droning on about Tim trying to eat Goldy the goldfish- that's right he has a goldfish too- and looked out the window, surveying the streets, rows of wooden houses on either side, kids playing together and... HOLD DA PHONE...WAS THAT...MERLIN?! HER DOG?

Sarah pressed her face up against the window in an ugly manor. Did...did she see that correctly... was... it couldn't be Merlin, it just couldn't be, Merlin is still back home with her dad, Karen and Toby.

She peeled herself away from the window and tried to engage in the conversation again but soon lost interest in Bobs' foot that had a bunion on it, and resorted back to the streets; at least they were in a more built up area with shops.

As they were driving past a movie theatre she noticed that 'Back to the Future part II'was currently showing and... WAIT ONE GOD DAMN MINUTE IS THAT HOGGLE SITTING BEHIND THE COUNTER!?
But as soon as she went to look closer she realised that it was just an old man with an abnormally large nose giving tickets to a young couple.

That was weird
She could have sworn that was Hoggle...no... No no it's just her imagination getting the better of her... She hoped.

More shops passed and they soon drove past a costume shop. Beautiful masquerade ball gowns were in the shop window; one of which was a silken white dress with puffy sleeves with a finishing of pearls... it... it looks a lot like...

**SCREECH **

Sarah was thrown forward in her seat, her head narrowly missing hitting against the front passenger seat.
"IN THE NAME OF GOD'S BALLS, GET OUT OF THE WAY!" Bob shrieked, smacking his fists off the dash. "Kids these days, they just run out in front of the road without even looking to see if anyone's coming.''

Sarah exhaled and relaxed herself in her seat, turning to face the costume shop again, but the ball gowns were no longer in view. Instead she saw what looked like...looked like a charity shop, with stuffed animals lining the window; pink bunnies, golden puppies, stuffed owls – no...no she wouldn't look...- abnormally large trolls- LUDO!?
Sarah squinted into the shop window. 'No... It couldn't be... It can't be...It... It looks like Ludo but... But it can't be, it definitely isn't Ludo, I know Ludo and he never looks this sad... he just doesn't.'
Sarah turned away from the shop window, feeling suddenly low by the sight of the sad looking toy and picked at her nails for the rest of the journey.
When she arrived at the studio she was greeted by Jim Henson, the director the film.
"Hello Sarah, it's a pleasure to meet you."

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A/N: Apologies on how short this chapter is, I'm still trying to find my writer's 'groove' but I promise that later instalments will be longer, not so fast-paced and… well… funnier.
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