❝Worse? How could things get any worse? We’re at the threshold of hell!❞ (gnd verse?)
“It’s just the mall, don’t be so dramatic.” Sarah said, steeling her own nerves as they stepped into the bustling building.
She’d promised herself she’d never step into a mall again after the horrors of her high school job, the sheer panic she felt between Black Friday and New Years bubbling back up, but she’d waited too long to order Christine’s present. Wrangling Jareth into this was easy enough, Sarah needed the back up. As a set of shoppers brush passed, she instinctively grabbed his arm and squeezed, taking a deep breath.












