And that was when Jareth chose to make his move.

Twirling the crystal ball he held in his fingers, he gazed into it and saw the pool of water that Dawn held in her hands take on a strange, un-watery sheen just before she touched her lips to it.

The Goblin King grinned and lounged back in his chair, looking on to see what would happen. The girl would drink, be thrown into a deep, deep slumber. If the fairy tried to wake her, then the little man's efforts would be in vain, for nobody but Jareth and Dawn herself could wake her from her sleep.

She would find herself within a dream--only she would not know it. Searching for a golden key amongst mounds of golden treasure--chests, gold coins, goblets, swords, chandeliers--without knowing why she searched. It would take SUCH a long time before she would actually find the key... And then when she touched it, it would splinter into dozens of dozens smaller keys! She would lose yet more valuable time trying to find the correct key... Then she would actually have to find what it went to...

Jareth cast an absent-minded glance at the clock that hung before him. "Nine more hours," he murmured, the grin never leaving his face. "Nine more hours."