Nicholas forces a smile. "I'll always be here for you baby. Even if it's just as a friend, I'm always here for you." He takes a deep breath, gathering his courage. "Are you going to stay the night, or..do you have to..go? You're more than welcome to share my bed. You know that. If you're uncomfortable, I can sleep in another room." He wanted him close, but he wouldn't force him to stay.
Across town his dreams were becoming more vivid. Jareth had faded and Mason found himself inside an apartment. 'I know this place. It's....home.' He rushes over opening the door, and it's the brown door. He traces his fingers over the numbers on the metal mail box attached to it. 'I'm dreaming about home.' He closes the door and looks around, finding pictures. 'My..family. This is..my family!' He snatches them up. "Mom. Dad. I remember you, but I can't..remember..your names.' Things were only slowly filtering in. He wipes away his tears. Sitting the picture down, he looks back over to the door, hearing something strange. As he crossed the floor, the sound grows louder. When he opens the door, he sees a car on the street by his house. 'Come on Mason! We're going to a club tonight! Remember? You're finally getting out!' He looked at the girl and narrowed his eyes. 'Lizzie? That's Lizzie! I work with her! I was..with her..the night..I was..hit.'
"Lizzie," he screams out, still asleep. He reaches for her as she climbs back inside her car. His arms are stretched outwards as he lies in bed. "Lizzie!"