Anakin's thoughts

He ran off. Why in the name of the Force did he run off and where did he run off to? Maybe I should have taken him with me this time. Maybe I let him get away with to many things, maybe I should tell the Council. But I just can't do that, he's Obi-Wan's son. I'm sure Jamie had a good reason for leaving the way he did. I hope it's a good reason. What am I doing wrong in training him?

I sit back in the pilot's chair and watch the stars streak past. Master, I really could use some advice. Was I ever that bad when I was younger. I really hope Jamie has not gotten into any trouble. At least, into any more trouble than he already is in.

Jamie's thoughts

This stinks. This really does. Some Jedi I would make, couldn't even block a stunbolt. Master would be disappointed in me. Hah, what am I thinking, he's already disappointed in me. I'm nothing but a failure, a nobody. I'm just a piece of his dead Master.

I kick out in the darkness and hit a solid wall. Pain shoots up my foot and leg and I fall onto the unforgiving ground. Sith! I am going to be in so much poodoo when my Master finds me. If he finds me. If he is even looking for me.

Hot tears stream from my eyes and I angrily wipe them away. Something is blocking my connection to the Force. What if my Master thinks I'm dead?

I curl up into a ball, my arms around my legs and put my head to my knees. What do these beings do to their prisoners? I don't want to find out.

A noise catches my attention, and although the cell is dark, there is a tiny amount of light coming through the hole and landing on what looks to be rags. I creep curiously over to that spot and touch the rags and then jerk my hand away when I felt a movement. Who are you? I asked, but I don't get an answer. I gently place my hand against the rags again and I can feel the being tremble.

I have a cellmate. Well, at least I won't be alone. Is my cellmate friendly though? I ask my cellmate questions but I still don't get an answer. What's wrong? Can he not understand me? Can he not speak? I shake my head and feel the anger building up inside me. I hate it here.

The cell is suddenly lit with light, temporarily blinding me. I hear a strangled moan from my cellmate and when my eyes finally adjust I look to where my cellmate is. My cellmate was trembling in the corner of the cell dressed in dirty old rags. His graying brown hair was long and unkept, hiding his face from my view.

I carefully approach him and gently touch his shoulder. My cellmate jerks away from the touch. What has been done to this person? I carefully move his hair away from his face revealing a dirty face, swollen eyes, and sunken in cheeks. He looks like he was starving.

Looking around the cell, I find that a bowl of water and a rag had been slipped inside the cell as well as a plate with a crust of bread on it and a small cup of water. Are they starving this guy to death?

I take the crust of bread and break it in half. I take it to my cellmate but he refused to take it. I try getting the piece of bread in between the guy's lips in hopes that the taste of the bread would get to him and he would eat some, but I didn't have any luck. This guy has just given up.

I don't know why but this just makes my blood boil. Fine, he can just give up. Why do I even care? I throw the bread at him and then sit as far away from him as possible. I drink the warm water in the cup and then lay down, trying to make myself as comfortable as one can get on the floor.

I need to find a way out of this cell. They can't hold me here forever. There just has to be a way. In fact, they might not have dealt with Jedi before so maybe I have an advantage. But…why can't I access the Force? Is it just a coincidence?

I wish I knew what they're going to do to me, then I can better plan my escape. I could always try escaping before I know, but if I did and they caught me, will they kill me on site or will they do something worse to me?

I might as well try to get some sleep. Whatever happens, I'll need my strength.