Author's Note: I'm occasionally Pro-life, usually Pro-Choice, and for the purposes of this story, Sarah must keep her child. Regardless of your beliefs, please do not base any major life decisions on a work of fiction – do what is right for yourself and your family! Talk things over with your loved ones! Okay, now we have this discussion out of the way, on with the story.

Disclaimer: Didn't invent the Labyrinth – if I had it might have not included David Bowie. (And we all know that would have been a mistake...)

Prologue

How was it possible that her parents never heard the noise? The party had continued until very late (or early, whichever word seemed preferable). There had been dancing and singing, stomping, bouncing on the bed, and general rowdiness until almost 1AM. Yet through it all, Sarah never heard a complaint from her parents. Perhaps the bedroom had been magically sound-proofed. That might be it.

And who would have guessed that inhabitants of the Labyrinth would like Scrabble, so very much? In the end, Scrabble was even more popular than Charades or bad-Karaoke-singing. They hadn't had many activities from which to choose, but the evening was a complete success. Just like her trip through the Labyrinth. A complete and total victory, and she still had a wonderful feeling about it, after everything was said and done.

As she tucked herself into bed, wiggling her toes underneath the sheet, she sighed happily. Tomorrow, she wondered, how could tomorrow compete with today? Eh... today was already tomorrow, technically, because of the lateness of the hour... At any rate, it was hard to imagine living a normal life after her trip through a giant maze, full of magical creatures.

It was a small comfort, knowing that she could call on her new friends at any time. But mixed in with the triumphant glow of happiness, after winning her way through the Labyrinth, there was a tiny seed of nostalgia. Already. And it had only been a few hours since the end of her trip.

With all the lights off, Sarah smiled at the glow of moonlight that tracked across her ceiling. This weekend, she would tell Toby a revised version of the story of the Labyrinth. He would hear all the wonderful parts, not about her misguided behavior in wishing him away.

Well, she thought as she drifted off to sleep, At least I got Toby back – turns out that I love babies, after all! How could I have wished one away?