Sarah woke with a start, panting and sweaty, and stared, wide-eyed, at the ceiling for a long moment before- She turned and lunged, reaching out, fingertips brushing a smooth, chill crystal curve and eyes tracing a mirror that even in the dark of night shimmered with the magic of a gateway to the Labyrinth.

She looked at the crystal and shuddered, pulling back, skin crawling - she never touched it, save in these moments of night-shrouded alarm. Jareth had always been what most frightened her, but Sarah never knew whether it was in himself . . . or the fear that he might, one day, no longer be there.