Meggie stared at the mishapen, long-nosed dwarf and felt a flush come to her comely, tanned cream cheeks. The Sun had been good to the girl's complexion but her discomfort still manifested itself in a very rosy glow on her young face. "He has answers," Meggie stubbornly choked out, unwilling to admit, perhaps more to herself than to anybody else, how desperately she sought those out. Now more than ever, with the world so upside down and making no sense, with her beloved Mo no longer by her side to explain that wonderful calm voice just what was going on. She needed somebody who could show her precisely how to turn and twist the world until it made sense again and hadn't Jareth shown precisely his great skill with that? Oh that wonderous ball and the promises it showed. She could trust in it. He spoke the truth. The greatest truth too, that Mo would come for her, that in the City beyond the labyrinth, they would reunite, because nothing would ever stop Mo from finding her and making things safe again. Nothing ever had, nothing ever would.
"He has already given me hope. Beyond these Walls, in his City, little dwarf, he will give me what I have lost, and then.." She swallowed down a hard sob beginning to form. "Mo can take me home." She regained some of her composure. "Now come on, move aside. I have to get there before my father or he'll think it's just another wrong turn!"