Here it is folks. The final piece to the puzzle. My alternate ending. I kinda wrote it because I was feeling rather angsty; that's what happens when you watch a movie where your favorite character dies... :(

Okay, I feel so guilty about this, but when I first published the last chapter, I didn't have the address for the wedding dress up yet. The last dress was the one Sadon gave Sarah. I now have the address to the dress she wore last chapter up, as well as High Queen Ascilla's dress.

Annnnyways, here my dears is the alternate ending for the story:

Toby stared at the statue sitting on the white dresser. The man looked oddly familiar, but the three-year-old couldn't name him. It was horribly ugly, however there was something about the character that seemed almost friendly. Somehow, Toby felt like he would have made a good playmate.

"Toby!" a voice startled him from his contemplation, "You know I'm always telling you to stay out of here." Toby jumped, and in his shock, jostled the dresser. The figurine shook, rattled and with a final tip, fell off the edge of the dresser. Sarah's eyes widened and with a small gasp, she dashed forward, catching the statue just in the nick of time.

"Be careful." Sarah admonished, eyes softening as she gently held the figurine close. Toby could have sworn he saw her eyes fill with tears at that moment. However, Sarah blinked and was back to normal in so quickly, it was as if it never happened.

"I-I'm sorry Sarah." Toby apologized, feeling very guilty. Sarah smiled and tussled his hair.

"Don't worry about it." she said playfully, "Now get out of here. Karen wants you to wash up for dinner."

With a wrinkle of his nose, Toby scurried out the room, singing out in a sing-song voice, "I don't wanna wash my hands! I don't wanna wash my hands!" Sarah laughed at the boys antics and sat down at her old dresser. With a sigh, she carefully set the statue back in its place, gently caressing it as she did so. Wistfully, she rested her chin in her hand and shut her eyes for a moment.

Opening them back up, she wiped away tears as she whispered, "Three years. That's what you promised. Somehow its so much longer than it sounds."

Damn Jareth and his damned proprieties! Sarah had been willing to leave everything and marry the king the moment he confessed his love for her, maybe even before that. But he told her to wait; she was too young he said. So he took her back to the Aboveground. Altered her family's memories and promised to return in three years time. That was one year ago. Two years left and she could finally be reunited with him.

All she had to hold onto until then was the small statue of him; one she'd had since childhood. It wasn't a very good likeness of him. Well not a good likeness compared to what he was now. Before the curse was broken, it would have been a striking resemblance, but now it only reminded her of what she was missing. She didn't know why she kept it on her dresser; every time she looked at it she had to fight the knot in her chest. But it was practically all she had.

Jareth had enchanted her mirror to enable communication, but she rarely spoke to anyone from the Underground. Apparently, since Sadon's capture both realms had plunged into chaos, each inhabitant distrusting another. Letholdus, Oberon and Jareth worked tirelessly and endlessly to pick up the pieces left by Sadon's selfish work, or at least that was what Sarah gathered from the sporadic, brief sightings of Jareth or sometimes Hoggle in the mirror.

There wasn't any arguing with Jareth when he took her back; not even tears worked (and there were lots of tears). He was adamant she stay out of trouble till the tensions cooled and she was older. It made sense, but that didn't mean she liked it one bit. She would rather have been in the Underground, helping Jareth. But all she could do was wait. Wait until at last he would return and take her back down in the Underground. This time forever.