Theo smirked at Jareth as they walked the dimly lit streets of New York. He didn't know where the families were and he could care less. He was alive and ready to take on the night. He looked at Jareth and said "where, oh where, would precious young blood be?" He wondered what good night activity they had in this city. Obviously he was looking for fun and destruction, but he hadn't been out of hiding in over 60 years. He had his minions do the work of kidnapping for him. Now, he was out and this was all new to him.