Nothing is what it seems...
The fifteen year old enters the room smiling, happy. It's been about a week, but it feels like months since the whole ordeal. Things are looking up, things are looking wonderful, things are looking-- very different from the way she remembers them. Sarah frowns, the good feelings from just a moment ago fall away and are replaced with feelings of annoyance, frustration, and just the tiniest hint of fear. She closes her eyes, shuts them just as tight as she can manage, and whispers the words that took her home before, the words that made everything go away. Peeking out from behind her eyelids she realizes that she's still here and she lets out a long frustrated noise and stamps her foot.
"What! What! What! What did I do this time?! What did I say?! I didn't say anything! You can't do this to me!" She sinks down into the nearest chair, muttering quietly a phrase that has hardly come out of her mouth since her adventures. "It's not fair..."
T: Introducing Little Miss Sarah Williams from Labyrinth. Oh what a bundle of joy.
"What! What! What! What did I do this time?! What did I say?! I didn't say anything! You can't do this to me!" She sinks down into the nearest chair, muttering quietly a phrase that has hardly come out of her mouth since her adventures. "It's not fair..."
T: Introducing Little Miss Sarah Williams from Labyrinth. Oh what a bundle of joy.