A Quest Completed, and a Prize
There are many things to be sought in life. Some universal, such as love and the fulfillment of necessities; some more individual, such as one person's desire to consume the perfect hamburger or another's compelling need to memorize every word in the dictionary. One of Ali's quests, for the better part of the last year, has been to find Jareth's closet.
She didn't know definitively that he even had one, but she had every reason to suspect--nobody spends so much time with babies and doesn't keep spare clothes at hand, and even his attentions cannot always be split between child and magic without consequence. No, she was certain that somewhere in the heart of his Labyrinth, there was a secret room full of glorious clothes. And so, when one day after Jareth had been called away to attend some business, Ali lost no time in exploring the previously-unnoticed door in the bedroom. She didn't stop to think whether Jareth would want her there or not--he left the door, and he should know her better then to expect she'd keep out.
Needless to say, by the time he returns, his closet has been thoroughly ransacked and its contents were scattered throughout the bedroom. Nothing was being mistreated, but neither did anything remain where Jareth probably thought it belonged. And why, one might wonder, was she packing so much into that trunk...? Such impudence.
She didn't know definitively that he even had one, but she had every reason to suspect--nobody spends so much time with babies and doesn't keep spare clothes at hand, and even his attentions cannot always be split between child and magic without consequence. No, she was certain that somewhere in the heart of his Labyrinth, there was a secret room full of glorious clothes. And so, when one day after Jareth had been called away to attend some business, Ali lost no time in exploring the previously-unnoticed door in the bedroom. She didn't stop to think whether Jareth would want her there or not--he left the door, and he should know her better then to expect she'd keep out.
Needless to say, by the time he returns, his closet has been thoroughly ransacked and its contents were scattered throughout the bedroom. Nothing was being mistreated, but neither did anything remain where Jareth probably thought it belonged. And why, one might wonder, was she packing so much into that trunk...? Such impudence.