In which a clever fabrication and the skillful application of glamor absolve the characters from having to explain what really happened over the last thirty-some pages,
In which we discover that watching your parents flirt is uncomfortable whether you're 30(ish) or 1300(ish).
Yes, for the purpose of Roommates canon, Admiral Norrington (the old one) is dead. More dead. Because I can't believe James would have given in and given up in the second film unless his dad wasn't there to psychologically screw him up even worse. Not that it's stopped some of these characters from (pardon the choice of wording) getting on with life, but some people can just stay gone, and we'll all be just as happy.
(And yes, just for clarification, the Erlkonig DID tell Mrs. Norrington that Socks was Sarah's nephew and in a goblin costume... )
Jareth and Sarah belong to Henson, Lucas, Bowie and Connelly.
Norrington belongs to Disney, Bruckheimer, and Davenport.