Sarah stepped forwards and reached for the bright figure, but Jareth twisted away in a swirl of magic and feathers, borne away on silent wings as she fell-

Sarah woke in her own bed, all as it should be around her, gasping and reaching for something long out of her grasp, for she had chosen her place in the story and now even in dreams all she could do was fulfil her part.

She turned onto her side, shuddering with tears; the worst thing was, she wasn't sure she would choose thus again, no matter the price come due if she failed, or truly fall.