[Jareth isn't a detective. he isn't really very good at this. really he only kept up the interrogation because he loves a good musical number. he takes the only crayon in the box with glitter in it, and doodles in the edges, frowning. if only he had his powers, he'd know for sure. something about this, about that feeling in the attic, feels wrong. but Jean has already confessed. doesn't that make it finished? if it is, they can go. if it isn't, they're all dead. he looks around the room, considering it all. the feed. the blood. the figurines... and then he realizes that Jean would have been in the attic, too. maybe whatever that strange feeling was got to him in a different way. he takes a deep breath and slowly writes "Jonn" on his paper, then folds it in half]
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