Jareth walked through boulders on the edge of the thinning forest. He had been walking for hours and had traveled miles on foot.  He looked up and realized that he had walked far enough that he was not far from what was often called Jareth's Illusion, the set of boulders cleverly carved to produce the image of his face when viewed from the correct angle in a certain light.  He turned his footsteps in the direction of the monument. He reached the clearing and stared at his own face etched in stone. The moonlight rendered it in stark silver and black.  He turned to find the moon in the sky against a field of a million stars scattered like sand on velvet.  The moon hung huge and full in the spring sky. He gazed at the moon longingly, fully mindful of the fact that she could be looking at the very same moon at this very moment.  She was so close, yet so far away, on a distant planet spinning around the same moon. As the moon set and the sun rose he returned home to his castle to struggle through another day. This time he was driven restlessly though thick woods, finally stumbling on a small secluded valley filled with sun and shadow, silence and sound.  He followed the babbling of water in the silence to a tame waterfall flowing over mossy stones.  He sat listening to the water's ancient music, tainting its happy notes in his ear with his own emotions until it was only a song of sadness.  The bright flowers at the water's edge visited by butterflies on jeweled wings went unnoticed. Soon he found himself wandering again, still walking on foot, trying to tire himself out, to outdistance his madness.  But with every step he carried it with him, in his thoughts of Sarah.  He walked until he realized that he could no longer see where he placed his feet.  He changed to an owl and flew into the ocean of stars overhead.  How much longer would he suffer this misery? The owl flew through the burning sunlight, bleached gold and bone white, passing over the shimmering sands.  He could find no peace in his own kingdom, so now he sought out an ancient kingdom, lost and buried in the sands of the desert.  He spied it on a distant horizon and winged toward it.  He circled over it, the ambition and vanity of an ancient king now crumbled and broken rubble consumed by the sands.  He lit in the shade of a sandblasted wall and changed form to wander among the ruins. Under the windblown dust he could see the many-colored stones, polished and worn by centuries of storms.  A vulture, scanning the sands below, caught his movement and soared overhead, satisfying its curiosity before passing on to more likely prey with a forlorn cry. Jareth wandered through the streets of the broken city until he found a room with all four walls still standing.  He entered through the empty doorway.  The ceiling and roof had fallen in long ago, leaving it open to the sky.  Opposite the door there was the hollow opening of a window and he walked across to it to sit on the remnants of its sill. He pulled a crystal out of the air and called up an image of Sarah in her current life.  As he watched, she laughed and flirted with a man at a table.  Pain twisted across Jareth's face as he watched and then suddenly threw the crystal against the wall, shattering it to dust to mix with the sand it came from. He buried his head in his hands and memories of his final confrontation with her flooded his mind.  She had jumped from the ledge and shattered his kingdom as easily as he had the crystal.  His castle had floated in pieces about him like so many leaves in the wind.  Then, when he had offered as much of himself as he could put into words, she had repelled him and, with that one sentence, blown the remnants to dust, letting everything he had bound with his magic go free. He remained agonizing over that moment until the rising wind roused him.  It howled among the broken stones and he looked to the horizon.  There, in the distance, a storm was gathering.  He changed back to an owl and raced to outfly the sandstorm. Dawn found Jareth in the highest window of his castle, watching the sun rise over the Labyrinth.  Everything he saw and then some was his.  It was all part of his kingdom, yet he no longer cared for any of it.  It meant nothing.  He had never felt so alone and lost in his life as he had since Sarah had solved the Labyrinth and won back her brother.  He took no pleasure in his victories over the few who had dared the Labyrinth since then.  He had not won the one thing he found he really wanted, Sarah's heart. Jareth walked alone through the night again, his boots sighing in the sand.  This time he walked with a purpose.  He had tracked Sarah to the desert near the cradle of human civilization on earth.  She had achieved her aspirations and was filming a movie nearby. He had come to a decision.  He had suffered long enough.  He had to talk to Sarah, to try to tell her what he felt, what she had done to him that day, what she meant to him.  He had to make her understand that he was lost without her.  If he could not make her understand, well, the thought could not bear contemplation. Something called Sarah out to walk on this night.  Something about the full moon or the millions of stars in the sky reminded her of a dream she had had a long time ago of crystals and magic and owls.  She had not thought of it in a very long time, but the memory was vivid tonight as she gazed up at the moon. "Sarah," said a voice out of her dream.