Sarah picked up the phone to hear Danseís voice on the other end. She sounded anxious and confused, and Sarah knew that tone of voice. That was a woman vexed by the words of a man.

Danse beat around the bush for a while, then finally came down to it. "Sarah?"

"Yeah?"

"What did he mean he was only a wish away?"

"Say your right words," Sarah said gently. "Didnít you read the story?"

"I did, butÖ"

"But nothing. You know what you want. Go get it."

Sarah hung up.

Danse stood there. "Cheeky," she chided into the phone. She clicked it off and sighed.

It was night in Haven House, the home for runaways that she championed much the same way Jerrica did Starlight. Danse stood at the window of her room, feeling tired and confused. And lonely.

She looked out into the moon-lit night. Then she closed her eyes and whispered twelve words.

"I wish the goblins would come and take me away right now."

"I thought," said a gentle, sweet voice, "That you would never ask."

She turned around to face Jareth. They stood in a white ballroom where everything glittered and danced. She was wearing a long, ice blue dress, and he was as handsome and wonderful as ever in a darker shade. He held out one gloved hand.

"Danse with me, Giselle. One more time."

"How is this possible?" she wondered.

"I canít always be there with you. You canít always be here. But I have it on the highest authority that if you are patient and willing to meet me halfway, we can manage to be together, here or there all of the time."

"The highest authority?" she asked with a smile.

"Yes. Me."

She rolled her eyes playfully.

"So what is it, Giselle? Will you dance with me again?"

She took his hand. "Yes. Always."

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