"What are you?" Tony said aloud in the darkness of his bedroom that night. "What do you want?" As he fell asleep, he got a reply. "It isn’t what I want. It’s what you want." He found himself standing on the hill, looking down on the maze. The man was beside him, deep purple cloak fluttering gently in the wind. Tony found himself capable of looking at him with detachment, examining him with Sarah’s words in his mind. "Apparently I must want to spend more time at gay bars." Jareth smiled tightly. "Maybe." "No. That’s not it. Physician, heal thyself." He looked out onto the maze. "Is that mine or Sarah’s?" "That one?" The goblin king nodded to the labyrinth below. "That one is yours." "What’s in it?" Jareth shrugged elegantly. "Everything." And then came the sharpness in his voice. "There are things you don’t even know are there." "Such as?" "If I told you that would spoil all the fun, wouldn’t it?" "The sheer fact that I know what it is and what it means destroys any element of fun it might have had. It’s just a CAT scan of my imagination." "You don’t understand." He frowned, looking over his shoulder back from the maze to Jareth. "Maybe I don’t. You sure as hell aren’t helping." "Do you think your maze is anything like Sarah’s? Do you think it’s a tricky little puzzle where the floors are waiting to open up and swallow you? Where there are helpful and hindering magical creatures in every nook and cranny?" There was a small silence as Tony thought it over, and then he felt Jareth’s strong, gloved hand on his shoulder. "Why don’t you go have a look?" "Okay." He didn’t move. He kept thinking, There are things you don’t even know are there. "Well?" Jareth prodded. "Alright." Tony started walking down to the maze. The doors swung open, as if sensing his presence. He hesitated, his brow furrowed beneath the fall of his black hair. He didn’t like this, and worst of all it reminded him of that stormy night in Sarah’s apartment, when he and Chris had gone to the door and it had opened by itself. Only supermarket doors were supposed to open on their own in his mind. But what choice was there? He entered the labyrinth. There was simplicity itself inside. A long black corridor opened in front of him, straight and wide as the path to hell, but leading to nowhere other than the castle that rose from the center of the big maze. It seemed so dreadfully easy. Tony went on, walking for no less than ten minutes before he reached the gates before the castle. There was no one and nothing; not even a goblin stirred in the corridor. There was no city there around the castle. There were no guards. Tony had reached the point of only staring blankly at his surroundings, mystified. Finally he entered the castle. He only heard his own footfalls on the stone, his own breath. He saw only his shadow moving. The castle was empty. Every inch of it was silent and still and untouched. Tony awoke in the darkness, one twenty-three in the morning by the red lights of the bedside alarm clock. "It was empty…" The words seemed to hold the secret, seemed to unlock the door to the place where he had hidden all the desires he’d been afraid of. He touched his own chest, speaking to his ceiling, to himself. "I’m empty."