Jareth found himself at the Penn and Teller magic show next. It didn't take long to know he was on the right track. He was thrown out before he even got fully into the door.

"Oh no, you don't, mister!" Shouted the security guard. "You caused enough trouble last night."

It took some doing and a lot of patience on Jareth's part, but he finally convinced the guard he honestly couldn't remember the events of the night before and simply wanted to piece it together if he could. "Please, I'm trying to find the young lady I was with."

"Which one?" The guard asked with a mischievous grin.

Jareth stared at him, blinking in surprise. "I was with more than one?"

"Six, to be exact." The guard answered. "I think I heard one mention a Bachelorette party. I know the one with the long hair thought you were a stripper."

Jareth covered his face with his hand. "Dear gods..." he groaned.

The guard looked him over. "You really don't remember a thing, huh?"

"Nothing after my evening meal," Jareth said with a sigh.

The guard took a deep breath and looked around. "Alright, put your hands behind your back and turn around."

"Are you attempting to detain me?" Jareth questioned, his temper flaring.

"No, but it needs to look like I am," the guard responded quietly. "I'll take you to my office, and you can see the camera footage. Not sure it'll help you locate the woman, but at least you'll know part of what happened last night." The guard grabbed Jareth's hands gently and led him into the building and to the security office.

"Aren't you going to be in trouble for doing this?" Jareth whispered.

"Probably, but I've been planning to quit for a while. So no biggie if they fire me." He stopped, pulled a large set of keys from his pocket, and unlocked the door. "Besides, everyone makes mistakes. It's what makes us human, right?"

Jareth nodded, faked a smile, and mentally cursed whoever invented Dragon Ale. He followed the guard into the room and saw many small monitors on a desk. "You record everything that happens here?"

"Mostly. All the main rooms have cameras, especially the ticket box and food vendors. None actually face the stage. Guess they didn't want anyone taking a tape and selling videos of the actual shows." The guard explained. He sat at the desk and typed on the keyboard for a bit. "Plus, all the video is erased after two weeks."

Jareth watched as the video on one monitor went in reverse, and he leaned over the guard, trying to get a better view. The picture was in black and white and very grainy. Jareth wondered if he would even be able to tell what he was watching.

After about 5 minutes of searching, the guard found the group. "There they are. These ladies came in for the show, but you weren't with them. You showed up halfway through, though no one knows how you got in."

Jareth studied the group of women. Only one looked familiar. The hair, height, and body appeared to be right for his champion, but he wouldn't know for sure until he saw her face. He gripped the back of the guard's chair tightly in anticipation as he watched the figure. When she finally turned around to face the camera, Jareth smiled. "Hello, precious Sarah."

"You know her?"

"Yes, we go way back. I hoped she was the lady I had been with." Jareth grinned.

"Well, at least you can relax about that. Say you're not from here, are you?"

"Is it odd to have tourists here? This is one of the top travel destinations." Jareth replied.

"No, I mean, you're not American. You're one of those foreign diplomic types aren't you?" The guard asked. "With that diplomic immensity. That's how you got away from the police so fast, isn't it."

"Most likely," Jareth shrugged. "I do not even remember seeing police officers."

"Right, right." The guard ran the tape forward. "Well, last I have is you and your friend leaving together, though gotta say she's not looking none too happy."

Jareth saw the angry glare Sarah on the video was giving him and nodded in agreement. "I hope things got better for us both." He let go of the chair and stood up straight. "Where would one go to get body art?"

"You mean a tattoo? Well, there are lots of parlors in this city. The better question is, what type of art do you want?"

"Preferably none." Jareth groaned.

"Oh... Got a permanent reminder of last night, did you?" The guard chuckled. "Well, I know a few places that do really good coverups, and a couple of places in town do laser removal, but they're pricy."

"I will handle removal later. For now, I simply wish to find Sarah."

"Wish I could help, but I've got nothing for ya."

Sighing, Jareth turned to the door. "Very well, I shall continue my search. Thank you for at least confirming it was Sarah for me."

"No problem. I'll walk you out. Gotta keep up the act," the guard stated. He stood and led Jareth to the front door. "And stay out you bum!" He shouted as he pushed Jareth out the door.

Jareth returned to the waiting cab and laid his head against the seat. "To the nearest tattoo parlor."

The driver shrugged and drove down the street. Jareth got out and sighed, knowing this would be a long and possibly futile search. He went inside to see if he could locate where he had gotten his ridiculous body art.