The blanket of despair was gone. He could live, he could breathe - Obi-Wan was alive and that was the only thing that mattered. Except..."Where is he? Will he be here?"

The Healer shook her head. "Obi-Wan will not be here. He believes you are ashes."

"Why? How?"

"How is simple. There were an abundance of bodies left from the battle. We used the Force to disguise one. Why will become clear in time, but for now it is best that only a very few know you live - or rather, that you have returned."

"Obi-Wan can be trusted. I trust him with my life, my soul."

"It is not for you to decide, Master Jinn. For now, all you must do is rest." She gestured to the young nurse, who injected something into him. "This will only aid your rest. I will return later."

Qui-Gon watched her depart in a swirl of green robes. He could feel the medication drag him down and fought it, until the nurse laid another gentle hand on him. "Sleep, Master. It is hard work to learn how to live again."


Obi-Wan woke up with a start. He saw *him* again, as beautiful and strong as he ever was. More so, because now Obi-Wan knew him for beautiful, when before he only knew him as Master.

He was having these dreams every night now. Each night, Qui-Gon came to him, more and more clearly. This night, he even thought he could *hear* him. What was wrong with him? Qui-Gon was *dead*. He'd seen him burn.

Sleep was impossible. It took him hours to fall off in the first place, but once he'd had the dream, he was awake for the rest of the night and no good for his new work with the smallest children in the daytime. Frustrated, Obi-Wan threw back the covers of his bed, tossed on some clothing and went out into the night... a night nearly as starry as that one on that icy world.

Resolutely he put the memory from his mind, refusing to allow it to surface. The effort was substantial and, to avoid the stars that were hindering it, he turned away from the outer hall of the Temple and began walking inwards, toward the center.

There were no windows here, only the soft illumination of natural glow lights.They made the marble floors and polished stone walls shimmer.

After a few minutes he noted, with sad - and amused - exasperation, that the flecks of green and gold in the stone caught the light in just the right way, at certain levels and angles.

And twinkled, like stars.

Putting both hands to his face, he shook his head and muttered, still walking, the Force wide open, leading his steps as he followed, unquestioning.

His feet hit the floor softly, the rhythm soothing.

Not truly aware of the passage of time, half-asleep as he walked, rubbing at his face and eyes and shoulders at odd intervals, it wasn't until he reached the main intersection of the large hallways that he stopped and looked around.

Vaguely he wondered how he'd gotten there.

Suddenly his face ached, and he raised both hands to rub at it, then stopped himself.

His face didn't hurt.

Neither did his head, or shoulders.

Yet there was a ghostly ache - almost an echo - spreading through them. Then it eased and he could feel its absence as clearly as he had felt its presence.

"I am losing my mind," he said softly into the echoing vastness of the ha