After their conference with the king, the moons were already high in the sky. Jackie was still upset, but Jareth had been forced to leave her.
"It is not proper for a king to sleep in the same room as his lady until they are married," the servant who had lead them to their rooms had told them when he had tried to enter her room. Despite the lavish trappings, Jackie felt lonely. Without Jareth, her world was dull. She tucked herself into her bed, and pulled the silk comforter over her head. With a start, she bolted up. She had heard a tapping noise coming from the balcony. She picked up the lamp and raised it above her head, ready to ward off an attacker. She pulled back the curtain. Nothing was there. Jackie convinced herself that the noise had been her imagination, and went back to bed. Once again, she heard the tapping, louder this time. Jackie quickly pulled aback the curtain and saw Jareth standing on the balcony. She threw open the glass doors to revel a very winded Jareth. Hanging from his window she saw a rope made of his sheets. He must have climbed across the rope. Jackie threw her arms around his neck.
"Woah, you must have missed me," he chuckled.
"You could have fallen. We're four stories up! If you had fallen, you would have surely been killed!" Jackie exclaimed, kissing him. Jareth welcomed her touch. Soon it began to rain. The couple stood in each others embrace for a moment longer, letting themselves get soaked. Jareth transformed into an owl, still in Jackie's embrace, knowing if he stayed a moment longer, he would never leave. He flew over to his balcony and blew Jackie a kiss once he was a human again. Jackie smiled and went back to bed, a memory haven been made.