Sarah went to sleep that night very pissed off.  She wanted to help Jareth but not be used by him.  He was so cold sometimes!  And he could treat her so cynically.  If she ever had a child, she wanted the father to be a man who loved her.  Sarah didn’t think that was too much to ask of life.

“Selfish, self-centred pig!” she said aloud, lying in her bed.  “I’m going home at the end of the year and tough luck to him.  He deserves to live forever with only his miserable self for company,” she muttered rebelliously.  But something in her told her she could never do that to him.  It was too cruel and for some reason she couldn’t put her finger on, she cared about him.  I must be bats, she thought mutinously!

In the dining room, Jareth kicked over a chair as he heard her words through a crystal.  Selfish, self-centred pig!  Miserable!  Is that what she thought of him?  After all his generosity?  He stalked through to his throne room and threw himself moodily onto his throne, kicking a few goblins out of the way first.  Damn all young women to hell, he thought resentfully!  Why were they so difficult?  Sarah was the most difficult of the lot.  And of course, she would have to be the one he fell in love with, dammit!  He glanced at the night sky through a window and restlessly transformed into an owl to fly off his frustrations and puzzle over his next move.