Tweleve year old Qui-Gon Jinn awoke in a damp prison cell. He tried to reach into the Force to contact his Master through their bond but couldn't. He couldn't feel the Force! He sat up.
"Finally awake, kid?"
He turned at the voice.
A man about ten years his Master's senior sat on the bed across from him.
"Where... where am I?" he asked, frightened.
"Anu Prison."
The boy gulped.
"What are you in for?"
"I don't know. I've done nothing wrong."
The man nodded.
"Me too, kid. Me too."
Qui-Gon sniffled and wiped his nose on his sleeve.
"I must have been taken from my Master in the night."
The man looked at him.
"You're a slave?"
Qui-Gon shook his head.
"No. I'm a Jedi Padawan learner."
"Well, that explains your clothes."
Qui-Gon found his lightsaber missing. He was without his weapon, without the Force, and without his Master.
"I'm Jacob. Jacob Taylor."
"I'm Qui-Gon Jinn. Padawan learner to Jedi Knight Tyln Dooku."
Jacob sat next to the boy.
"Be on your guard, Qui-Gon. Jedi are unwelcome here. I'll watch over you as best I can. You and I are next to be sold as slaves."
The boy's face paled.
Slaves?
"No."
"Sorry, kid, but you can kiss your old life goodbye."
The young Padawan shook his head.
"My Master will find me."
"Qui-Gon,..."
"My Master will find me," he said stubbornly.
Jacob sighed.
"For your sake, I hope you're right, Qui. I hope you're right."