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Chapter 2

Siri couldn't believe what was happening. It had seemed like such a normal day, but how could things have changed so drastically? She could say with absolute certainty that she never gave birth to any children, much less this little girl standing in front of her. Siri wanted so badly to deny that this could be her daughter, but the evidence was indisputable. This was her and Obi-Wan's child, but how could this be possible?

Siri exchanged a confused glance with Obi-Wan before looking down at the little girl clutching her legs. "What's your name?" she blurted out without thinking.

"You're silly, Mommy," the little girl said giggling. "You know my name!"

"Mommy is a bit forgetful today," Obi-Wan said grinning at the child conspiratorially. "So why don't you remind her."

"It's Mari!" the girl exclaimed. "So guess what?"

"What Siri said in a mock cheerful tone, as she was trying to cover up her annoyance with Obi-Wan.

"Riyan moved a cup with the Force!" Mari exclaimed beaming up at them.

"Riyan? Siri wondered in confusion. Still she forced a grin, "that's wonderful."

"Great," Obi-Wan said with false happiness.

Suddenly one of the crèche masters ran into the room look at Mari with her hands on her hips. "There you are Mari," she exclaimed. "You know better than to run off like that!"

"I'm sorry Master, but I wanted to tell Mommy and Daddy about Riyan," Mari exclaimed.

Suddenly the crèche master noticed them. "Hello Masters Kenobi, so sorry to disturb you," she said.

"No problem at all," Obi-Wan said, smiling.

"We need to return Mari, you will see your parents when they pick you up tonight," master said taking Mari by the hands. The little girl turn back and waved frantically for a few seconds before she left to return to the crèche.

"What is going on?" Siri exclaimed as soon as they left the room.

Your guess is as good as mine," Obi-Wan replied.

"If this is all some kind of elaborate joke," Siri let the threat trail off.

"I don't think that is what this is," Obi-Wan said seriously. "I think she is really and truly our daughter."

"I don't remember being pregnant Kenobi, explain that," Siri scoffed.

"That strange mist," Obi-Wan said. "It did something."

"How could it give us a daughter?" Siri asked. "There is something seriously weird going on."

"It did more than that, did you notice how the crèche master addressed us, I wonder," Obi-Wan said stroking his beard thoughtfully.

Siri frowned, "I hate it when you do that!"

"Apparently," he said delicately. "We are married since she said Masters Kenobi plural. And Mari said something about someone called Riyan, if my suspicions are correct—"

"So in this dream world we are married and have two children?" Siri replied.

"That is just what I'm suspecting based on the evidence," Obi-Wan said.

Siri glared at him. "Even if it is possible that we are married and have kids, how can we possibly still be in the Order? Why hasn't the Council expelled up already?"

"We need more information," Obi-Wan said. "Let's take a walk."

They left the Room of a Thousand Fountains and started walking through the halls of the Jedi Temple. Within seconds they walked past another sign that things were amiss. Two Jedi were sitting in a darkened alcove kissing in a manner that only lovers did. Obi-Wan and Siri averted their eyes and moved past quickly.

"Was that Aayla Secura and Kit Fisto?" Siri asked in shock.

Obi-Wan nodded, "Well that answers one question. We aren't the only ones with attachments. It seems that the Jedi Order is not at all how we know it."


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