Chills ran through Sarah as she sat beside Jareth in the ballroom. It was exactly as it had been the last time she was there.

Wait. Was I here? Sarah thought to herself, trying to decide whether or not it had really been a dream.

Maybe it was a premonition.

A glance at what was to be.

Sarah glanced around the room and was startled as she eyes, peering from behind a skull mask. The eyes captivated her, and held her stare, until the owner twirled with his dancing partner and broke the spell.

"Are you feeling well?"

Jareth's voice broke Sarah out of her trance, and she turned her attention to the king, who was currently focused on carving what appeared to be some sort of steak.

As if you care. "I'm okay."

"Good," the Fae replied, dabbing his lips with a cloth and leaving Sarah to sit alone.

Sarah could feel the eyes of the rest of the guests looking at her, trying to catch a glimpse of their future queen when they thought she wasn't looking. She knew, though. She felt one pair of eyes focusing on her in particular.

The suffocating feeling was becoming almost too much to handle. Sarah tried focusing on the patterns of the tablecloth in front of her. She brought her hands up to her temples, and rubbed frantically, not daring to look up.

"It really isn't that bad if you dip it in that red sauce."

Sarah's head snapped up, and she looked behind her to find out who was addressing her.

You. "What?"

The young bounty hunter smiled and pointed at the dish in front of her.

"The meat. I said it's not so bad with the red sauce."

Sarah looked down at her dinner. A rather large piece of meat sat, untouched, on her plate. She had felt to nauseous to even attempt to take a bite.

"Well, I doubt that even the red sauce could make it appetizing to me at the moment."

Hogan's smiles faltered slightly, and he drew back the chair next to his future queen.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

"Yes," replied Sarah, taking the chair from him, and pushing it back in.

Was this guy dumb?

Sarah could not believe what was happening. Not even two hours ago, this stranger had broken into her house. She had found him leaning over her brother's crib, and chased him into her own closet. Apparently, unknown to her, she had a magic closet that led to an oubliette. This man had then told Sarah that he could lead her out of the oubliette, but had actually just brought her into a bigger one. Now, here he was being friendly and polite, as if to strike up a conversation.

"Well, I won't have it!" Sarah said aloud.

Hogan looked up from the floor tile he had been studying and gave Sarah a puzzled look.

Embarrassed at her outburst, turned her head away and starting praying that Hogan would get the hint to leave.

"Sarah."

Nope.

"I mean, Queen Sarah," Hogan said again, tapping Sarah's shoulder and asking for her attention.

Sarah drew in a deep breath and he continued.

"I thought this was what you dreamed of being?"

Sarah furrowed her eyebrows. "How would you know what my dreams are?"

Hogan looked away for a moment and then back at the young woman.

"Why else would you be here?"

When Sarah said nothing, Hogan took his leave. She watched him as he returned towards the sea of dancers, replacing his...skull mask.

Hogan approached several young women who were talking and giggling with each other in the corner. A rather busty redhead gave a shrill giggle as he bowed before them.

Sarah seethed at the display.

Hogan led the redhead onto the dance floor, and glanced up once more towards Sarah. She attempted to keep her face blank, but could help but glare a little as the redhead let her hands explore her dancing partner. The skull dancer seemed amused as this display of anger and smiled.

"Enjoying yourself?"

Jareth, staggering a bit, sat beside Sarah and licked his teeth.

"I'm pretty tired...May I go to bed?"

The goblin king nodded, and Sarah left the ballroom quickly, not trusting herself to stay calm.