"For the better, this will all be," Yoda prophesied once they were in the air. "Unruly, Wherkane is."

"She's young."

"An excuse, this is not. Obi-Wan, come here," Yoda commanded, tapping the floor with his gimer stick. Obi-Wan and Andriya stood up and walked over to Yoda, who was in the back of the cockpit.

"No, Master Andriya, stay here, you must. Serious things, to discuss, have we."

Andriya shrugged and headed back to the captain's seat as Yoda and Obi-Wan left the cockpit.

"Yes, Master Yoda?"

"To discuss . . . what, think you, I want, hm?"

"Anakin."

"Hm! Wrong, you are." Yoda paused to gnaw on his gimer stick.

"What do you want to discuss, Master Yoda?"

"A good person, Master Andriya is. And a good Jedi, though focus she sometimes lacks."

Obi-Wan waited for Yoda to continue, but he didn't. "Master Yoda . . . I don't think I follow."

"Help you, she can."

"In what way?"

"Trained Anakin alone, you did."

Obi-Wan hung his head.

"With those feelings, can she help. And other, different feelings for her, you have."

Obi-Wan didn't know quite how to respond.

"A good Jedi, she is. Funny, also. Asleep, the babies are. Talk to Master Andriya, you should."

Obi-Wan stood and headed back into the cockpit.

"Andriya?" he began. She didn't respond. Obi-Wan couldn't blame her--she had every right to ignore him. He threw himself into the copilot chair and focused his attention on Andriya, who was curled up in the pilot chair with her head bowed over her knees. "Listen, Andriya, I--" Obi-Wan stopped short as Andriya startled into a sitting position.

"Oh, are you done talking to Master Yoda?"

"Yes," Obi-Wan said slowly.

Andriya glanced out the viewscreen and did a double take. "What is that?" she exclaimed. Obi-Wan looked at what she was pointing at and his jaw dropped.

"Master Yoda?" Andriya called as she turned around without taking her eyes off the viewscreen.

"It looks like a Victory Star Destroyer . . . but it's too big," Obi-Wan said.

"Unidentified starship, identify yourself," crackled the comm unit.

The comm unit didn't have an auto-reply function, and Andriya didn't bother with the reply switch at all. "Uh oh, that's us," Andriya whispered, still awed. "Where to, Obi-Wan?"

"Um . . . Dagobah, I guess."

"But first. . . ." Andriya's voice trailed off, contemplating which intermediate destination they should choose. It wasn't easy because Andriya didn't know where Dagobah was. Most important right then, however, was getting beyond the reach of this obviously-Imperial starship. She chose Alderaan and began plotting the hyperspace jump.

"Unidentified starship, shut down your nav computer and identify yourself immediately."

"No time for that now," she replied even though the ship would never hear it. They disappeared just before the Star Destroyer opened fire.

The Mos Eisley spaceport was as crowded as ever. Well, it was slightly less crowded than it would have been, as Leia and Amidala were now with Bail Organa, Yoda was on Dagobah and Luke was in Wherkane's care on the ship.

"This is a dirty, dangerous place," Obi-Wan told Andriya, them being the only two of their party in the actual city. "Stay close."

"I'm a Jedi, too. I can take care of myself."

"But I know where we're going."

"I'll follow you."

She followed him right into the Mos Eisley Cantina, and then turned around and walked right back out.

"What took you so long?" she asked when he finally exited the Cantina.

"I had to buy a moisture farm."

As Obi-Wan and Andriya calmly strolled through the streets, Andriya sensed something was wrong with Obi-Wan.

"You can stop worrying now, we're both fine."

"Andriya, can I tell you something?"

"Probably."

"You . . . I. . . . You're a good Jedi."

"Not particularly. Is that all?"

"No. . . . Yoda said you could help me with dealing with losing Anakin."

"If Yoda said it, I'll believe it."

"And he said to tell you something else."

"What's that?"

Andriya was going to make him come out and say it. She probably already knew, and hadn't done anything, and now was going to make him humiliate himself.

"Look, Obi-Wan, we need to go check on Wherkane and Luke, so can it wait?"

"Probably."

"I think they're in trouble." She took Obi-Wan's hand and laced their way through the busy streets to their docking bay. They arrived just in time to intercept a small group of stormtroopers trying to board their ship. Using the standard Jedi mind trick, they sent the troops on their way and boarded the ship to check on their passengers, who were both asleep--which looked like a very appealing activity at that time.

Andriya sat on the edge of her bunk, staring at her hands.

"Andriya, I can't sleep with you thinking so loudly."

She waited until she thought he'd gone back to sleep. "Sorry."

"For what?"

"Thinking so loudly." They both knew that wasn't what she'd been talking about, but she left it at that. "Good night."

"Good night."

"Obi-Wan, in the morning, Wherkane and I will take Luke out to the farm--you'll have to give us directions--and you should go see your brother."

"I . . . have a . . . brother?"

"His name is Owen Lars and he is living on Chut'to, in Chanka city."

"But . . . how did you know about him?"

"It's in our records. We keep track of every family that gives us a child."

Obi-Wan's mind froze. There were so many questions to ask, but he put them all out of his mind. "Why do I need to see him?" he finally managed.

"Because he may come out to raise Luke. We can't do it--the Emperor would find us too easily."

Again, Obi-Wan said nothing, sitting in stunned silence.

"He's younger than you, and married to a woman named Beru." She waited for him to ask questions, but he didn't. "You can use my ship."

"Thank you," he said.

"Good night, Obi-Wan."

"Good night, Andriya."

Andriya drummed her fingers on the table, waiting for Obi-Wan to enter the dining room. She knew he was already home and would soon find her. It was dark on Tatooine and Wherkane and Luke were asleep, leaving the house blanketed with a thick quiet.

Obi-Wan entered the room.

"Well?" she said expectantly without looking up from her still drumming fingers.

"They said they'd come."

Andriya looked up at him and smiled. "Then we're all set."

Obi-Wan nodded. "What now?"

She considered the question. "I thought we could go somewhere nice and quiet and probably wait the Empire out."

"We?" Too late, Obi-Wan realized the interrogative sounded more incredulous than astonished.

"I . . . I just thought . . . I mean. . . ." For what might have been the first time, the flustered Andriya seemed much, much younger than Obi-Wan, but she quickly composed herself. "I meant Wherkane and me, of course."

He could tell, even without using the Force, that she had included him in the original pronoun. It was what Obi-Wan wanted her to do, but with one slip of the tongue, he'd embarrassed her out of it. What did I just do? he silently asked himself.

"How soon do you leave to get your brother?"

"I'll have to leave here in the morning."

"You should've just waited there." Andriya stood and sighed. "I guess I'll see you when you get back, then." She turned to leave the room, but stopped. "Obi-Wan," she said as she turned around, "whatever you do, make sure that your brother doesn't get in trouble. If you do, leave your brother out of it as much as possible. The Empire must not have any reason to know his name."

Obi-Wan nodded. She stood still, lingering for a moment longer while debating whether or not to bid him a good night as she always had. Finally, Andriya silently turned and left the room.

Obi-Wan waited there until she was out of ear shot. "Good night, Andriya."

Andriya didn't keep track of the days after Obi-Wan left. She simply held on to her communicator, waiting for Obi-Wan to contact her from Mos Eisley after his arrival.

Wherkane was entertaining Luke on the floor of the main room of the house. Andriya was reclining in a chair, supervising the two at play. She suddenly sat up, alarmed.

"What's wrong?" Wherkane asked as Andriya stood and picked up the baby.

"Obi-Wan's in trouble."

"I didn't hear the communicator."

"He didn't use it. . . . There's something in the Force. I'm going into Mos Eisley. You stay here."

As quickly as possible, Andriya put Luke to bed and left him in the care of the twelve-year-old Wherkane.