Author's Note: I'm sorry I took so long, but here's chapter three. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars. This is owned by George Lucas.

Chapter Three

Thoughts

Ferus couldn't get the image of Cora out of his head. Her long coal black hair and her purple eyes. The way she had thanked him for helping her.

"Get a grip Ferus," he thought to himself. He needed to concentrate on watching over Leia. Cora should be the last thing on his mind. Ferus knew he shouldn't wonder about where she came from. He should not want to see her again. But, he did want to know more about her origins, and he did want to see her again.

He could contact Obi-wan. After all, the Jedi Master was far wiser then himself. Perhaps, he could give him some good advice on how to deal with this problem.

"But should I really bother him?" Ferus wondered. Obi-wan had ordered him to only contact him if there was an emergency. A slightly attractive woman was hardly an "emergency".

But what could he do. He could hardly go visit Cora. He needed to watch over Leia. Visiting Cora would only distract him.

"But why shouldn't I?" Ferus suddenly thought. "Obi-wan never said I could not have friends." There was surely no harm in visiting Cora. He was lonely and could use a friend. Just as long he did not reveal his true identity to her. Just as long she stayed just a friend. He could work it out. He could make it work.

Ferus calmly stretched. He left the room he had been in. He walked down the short hallway to the entrance of his home. It was only few steps to the door. Ferus turned the door handle and pushed the door open.

After shutting the door behind him, Ferus glanced briefly at the lovely pink roses that grew in his own small pot. They were the one piece of gardening for him, and he felt pride for them.

Navigating the streets of Aldera could be confusing. Ferus felt relieved that he knew his way around. It was easy to see how Cora had gotten lost. If you did not know your way around the streets could be frustrating to navigate.

As he made his way through the streets, Ferus was greeted by several beings. This was not unusual considering that the natives of Alderaan were typically friendly, always willing to lend a hand. At least, most of them were.

Ferus felt nervous when he arrived at the Weary Traveler's Inn. "I shouldn't be nervous," he told himself. But still, he could not shake off the feeling that he was breaking a rule, some kind of regulation.

It took all his courage to walk up the ramp and open the door. The middle aged man at the desk seemed preoccupied with the book in his hands. It had a pair of hands holding an apple on the cover.

When Ferus tried to sneak past, the man put the book down. "Not so fast," he said. "What are you doing here?" The man was wearing a dark suit with a snowy white dress shirt. He gave Ferus a searching look.

"I'm here to see Cora Braveheart," Ferus replied.

"Let me see your ID."

"You don't need to see my ID," Ferus spoke, gently manipulating the man's mind.

"I don't need to see your ID," the man stated in a dull monotone.

"I'm clearly a friend of Cora's."

"You are clearly a friend of Cora's."

"I can go upstairs now."

"You can go upstairs now."

"Have a good day," Ferus stated politely, genuinely meaning it.

"Have a good day." The man waved at Ferus, unaware that he had been influenced by mind control.

Ferus sighed. He did not relish what would happen because of his use of the Force. But, he had carelessly left his ID at home, and the man at the desk would have been more suspicious if he had left and come back. He took the turbolift up, following Cora's trace through the Force.

He walked down the polished hallway, and stopped in front of the door where the trace was strongest. Ferus stood nervously in front of the door. Should he knock now? Or should he go back to his house and try to forget that he had met Cora. Ferus grabbed his courage, walked up to the door and knocked.

Author's Note:

Jocasta: I hope you enjoyed chapter three. Please read and review. And guess what book the guy at the desk was reading.