Footsteps echoed through the corridors that led underground like black tunnels, and the silence around them was oppressive. Sarah heard a door open not far from her and the silhouette appeared in the doorway. Sarah felt her hope crumble as the Fae approached her and pulled her off the ground.
"We'll go somewhere else now," the Fae said with a slight, sarcastic smile. "But he will come. And when he comes, he will find you."
There was a strange joy in his voice as he threw Sarah over his shoulder. It was as if he was eagerly awaiting Jareth and Sarah's reunion. But there was a dark spark in his eyes - the desire for vengeance that fuelled the loss of his own wife. She had been trapped in the Labyrinth years ago, unable to escape her fate, and had eventually become a Junkyard woman - forgotten and decayed. He had lost her. The pain of remembering her paralyzed him again and again. And Sarah should be the price for this loss.
The Fae travelled, with Sarah still over his shoulder, at a rapid pace into Jareth's realm. Sarah thought resignedly that Jareth would not agree with this at all, but what could she do about it?
"You are here to decay," the Fae whispered as he led her into the dark realm of the Junkyard. It was a place populated by the abandoned, the tormented, those who had been forgotten by the world for too long. A mountain of broken things and worn-out memories. The realm he now entered was a place of decay, of rubble.
The Fae felt the atmosphere change as he moved through the gloomy lands with Sarah. The whole place was permeated by a strange silence, and yet there was a strange unrest in the air that emanated from the surviving Junkyard residents. Their eyes were empty, lost in a world they had made their own. The Fae felt a melancholy as he stepped into a corner of the Junkyard. In the distance he saw her – the Junkyard woman, his wife. Her broken form had become lost in the folds of the scrap, her body almost unrecognizable under layers of rusted parts and dust.
For a moment the Fae closed his eyes and remembered a time when they were still together. Her eyes, once so alive, now seemed like glass, rigid and empty. She had turned into this place, as he had feared. Her past was lost for good. She was no longer the woman he had known.
"Please come back to me," the Fae murmured as he approached. But she did not respond. Her eyes looked through him as if he were a shadow from a time long past. The Fae felt a brief pang of sadness in his heart, but he quickly pushed it away. "I must let her go," he said quietly as he turned away from her. Sarah stood still, the darkness of the Junkyard surrounding her, the silence embracing her. The Fae knew it was only a matter of time before she lost herself – until she became one of them herself.
"She will soon become one of you," the Fae whispered as he moved away from Sarah and into the background.
He left her behind, alone, lost, surrounded by the forgotten souls of this terrible place. The Fae knew how quickly a being could turn into a Junkyard resident. And so he prayed that Jareth would not be able to get there in time to save Sarah. He wanted the Goblin King to feel this pain of loss himself.
