Zam woke up and it was dark out. Jango was nowhere to be seen. She looked at the clock and it was 8:54. 'I was asleep all day?' Zam wondered. 'Wow.' Then she heard footsteps outside her room. Automatically her hand slipped to her blaster holster. She pointed her gun at the door. The footsteps stopped outside the room. The knob turned and-
"Geeze! You don't want me in here, fine!" Jango said holding up his hands.
"Sorry, habit." Zam said, holstering her gun.
"Well I found out some valuable information." He said crossing the room and sitting on the bed.
"Yes?"
"Well, there's a basement full of alcoholic beverages, there are three grand bathrooms, there actually was a dead mynock until I took care of it, and a pantry the size of a small docking bay."
"Wow." Zam said.
"Also there was a revolving bookcase." He added.
"Where does it go?" She asked, eyes widening.
"I was going to wait for you to find out." He replied.
"Aw, how sweet." She said with a hint of sarcasm.
"No, I just wanted you to go first to set off all the hidden traps." Jango sarcastically retorted.
"You say the nicest things. Come on. We should get some sleep." She said patting the bed next to her. Jango looked hesitant at first. Then he walked to the door.
"I need a walk." He said exiting the room.
"Oh Jango." Zam muttered and fell back to sleep.

Zam woke up in the middle of the night. She was curled up on the side of the bed almost falling off. She scooted more inwards and yawned while stretching out. her arm brushed up against something or someone in the other side of the bed. 'Jango?' She thought looking over. And it indeed was Jango. 'He is so funny some times.' She thought with a smile as she drifted off back to sleep.

She woke up the next morning rubbing her eyes.
"Morning sleepy- " She looked over and there was no Jango. She looked over and on the dresser was his helmet and his jet pack. Yet again she smelt food like the day before. A couple minutes later, Jango came in with a tray of breakfast.
"Gonna make it to lunch and dinner today?" He asked smirking. She sat up in bed to eat. A sudden, searing pain shot through her stomach.
"Ugh!" She moaned in pain.
"What?"
"The shot hurts." Zam said cringing in pain.
"Eat something. Then I'll take a look at it." He said standing back up and retrieving his helmet and jet pack.
"Erm... ok." Zam said. Then Jango walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
She munched on her food for a few more minutes. Then Jango returned with a med pack.
And a medical droid.
"Where in the galaxy did you find that?!"
"In one of the bathroom closets." He said. The medical droid walked over to her.
"What seems to be the problem miss?" The droid asked.
"I got shot in the stomach." Zam answered.
"Please show me the wound." The droid said.
"Oh Jango, these things creep me out." She said.
"What, the droid? Why?"
"I don't trust them." She shivered. " Are you sure you couldn't find a betty bot or something?"
"Zam, you'll be ok," He said walking toward the door. ", If you need me just holler, I'll be right outside." Then he walked out and shut the door. Zam knew the droid wasn't sketchy, but it still creeped her out because it was male programming. Zam pulled up her shirt just above the wound.
After a quick examination, the droid confirmed that she would be ok and applied a medical bandage that would heal it faster. The droid also told her she should be able to walk now. As the droid left, Jango walked back in.
"Feeling better?" He asked.
"Yeah. I can walk now too, so that's improvement." She said happily.
"Good. I have to get some thing from Slave I. You wanna come?"
"Sure."
They walked down the halls to the landing pad, Jango telling her where everything was and all his discoveries on the way. They finally got out to the platform and were dumbstruck at the sight.
"Where's Slave I?"