Sarah paused by the door, a shiver running up her spine, making her reach out and nudge it open, just a crack; something felt. . .

"Sleep well, my little prince." Jareth crooned, wild head bowed over her brother's bed as he drew up the coverlet, and Toby wriggled, grinning and laughing as Sarah's blood froze.

"Stars?" Toby begged, and Jareth grinned, taking a theatrical seat on the edge of the bed and wriggling his fingers, drawing starlight pouring down out of the night sky like liquid silver, winding around his fingers and spangling the air, dancing in time with his voice as he sang a story - one mismatched eye catching Sarah's through the cracked-open door, his sharp mouth tilting into a smirk.