"Where am I?" The boy asked, slightly puzzled.
"In my kingdom the Labyrinth," The Goblin King replied, "You asked for me to take you away, did you not?"
"I didn't think it would actually work." Jamie confessed. Jareth shrugged.
"It matters not." He motioned to one of the goblin's nearby.
"Take Jamie up to his room so he can get cleaned up for supper," he ordered, "and make sure Skub knows we have company tonight." The goblin led the way into the castle and through a series of mind bending halls up before opening the door to a large bedroom. It housed a four-poster bed with a canopy, a drawing desk with more paper and colored pencils than Jamie knew what to do with, and a bookshelf that was full of various books. A door on the far wall led to a private bathroom. The goblin attendant opened the closet, and Jamie marveled at the array of clothes provided for him. He asked the goblin to wait outside the room for him while he changed clothes; he didn't want to get lost in the castle and miss dinner.
When Jamie entered the dining room, he looked like what a prince of the Labyrinth should look like: sleek gray pants, shiny black boots, a comfy loose-fitting dress shirt, and green jacket similar to the Goblin King's. His dark hair was still a little damp from his bath, but he felt altogether like a new person. The table was only set for two. Skub, the kitchen goblin, had made sure the plates were clean—an unheard of feat for a Goblin—and was bringing out a pair of covered plates.
"Skub make special meal for guest," the kitchen goblin bragged, "Cheese burger and fry slices!" He proudly lifted the lid from the plate. The cheeseburger looked fine—it even smelled like a cheeseburger—but Jamie couldn't help wondering what had been sliced and fried; it certainly didn't look like French fries!
"Um, thank you…" the boy managed. Skub beamed and hurried over to present Jareth with his meal. It looked just as questionable; Jamie wasn't even sure what it was supposed to be. The Goblin King waited until the goblin left before speaking.
"The food is better than it looks," he reassured, cutting a bite of the slab of roast beast on his plate. Jamie took a tentative bite of his burger, and when it tasted fine, proceeded to eat.
"So how do you like your room?"
"It's really neat, sir. Thank you for all the books and paper."
"There is one sheet of parchment in there with your paper; it, when combined with the ink in the purple bottle on the bookshelf, will bring your drawing to life."
"Really. Just brush the ink over the drawing, and it will come off the parchment and come to life." The goblin king watched the boy's eyes widen in delight. "Once it escapes the page, though, it's free; you can't make it go back on the page."
After dinner, Jamie decided to test the magic ink and paper. He drew a simple flower in a vase on the parchment and colored it before painting over it with the magic ink. To amazement, the flower and vase peeled up from the page until where the drawing had been lay a vase with a single flower in it. Grinning broadly, he set the vase upright and took it to the bathroom sink to get water.
Jamie spent the next day dividing his time between following Jareth around the Labyrinth and drawing in his room. Throughout the Labyrinth, there were goblins to be tipped into the Bog of Eternal Stench, walls to rearrange, and runners to confuse. He even got to join the fieries' party for a while, though taking his head off was out of the question. When he grew tired of adventuring, he returned to his room and drew things that he thought the Labyrinth needed: big, fierce fluff-cats to keep the scab-rats out of the pantry, tiny dragons to fly about the castle (dragon-flies), and a tree that bears meatballs just to name a few. But after a few days, it was apparent to all in the Labyrinth that Jamie was homesick.
"Jareth, sir, I want to go home."
"I thought you liked it here. You could be prince of the Labyrinth."
"It's nice here, but I miss my mom." He looked up at Jareth with teary brown eyes, "I wish you would take me home."
"Right now." Jareth nodded and clapped his hands. Jamie felt that strange falling sensation as everything around him went dark.
Thunder boomed overhead as Jamie picked himself up off the floor. The lights flickered back on in his apartment, and there was no sound from the stairs. He looked at the clock on the wall. It was six o'clock; only an hour had passed since he had departed for the Labyrinth. He carefully opened the door and peeked out. His father was gone, and his mother was sitting in the living room crying. He went downstairs to her.
Jareth watched the boy through his magic crystal. He sighed; nothing was any better for the change.
"For pity's sake, Milord," Sir Didymus declared, "Why ever did you send him back to that dreadful place?"
"I think it was for pity's sake…"