Corran awoke with a start, heart pounding. A cold sweat drenched his neck and chest. Jysella's mental plea echoed through his brain, a nightmare that was all too real.

He sat up in bed and wished the situation was only a dream. From her outcry in the Force, Corran sensed Jysella was terrified, yet unharmed. More importantly, he keenly sensed her presence for a single, precious moment.

She was on Coruscant, far beneath the normal hustle and bustle of the city. Memories of musty, underground smells and dank water that were Jysella's, not his own, lingered in his mind. Her terror originated from somewhere deep, though not far from the Jedi Temple. All this time, and his daughter had not even left this side of the planet!

Corran cast a glance at his sleeping wife. Her gentle features were barely visible in the darkness of night. He could wake her, organize a team, create a plan to retrieve his daughter…

No.

It had to be done now. Jysella wasn't terribly far, but her danger was imminent. Something dreadful was going to happen soon and he had a better chance of moving swiftly and unnoticed if he went now, alone.

Mirax was going to be furious.

Moving silently, Corran slipped into some clothing and attached his lightsaber to his belt. Before leaving the apartment, he scribed a quick message on a piece of flimsi.

Will be home soon with Jysella.

Corran lingered for a moment, staring at the message. There was so much more he could say, so many apologies and explanations he would have to provide later. If there was a later….

Corran shook his head, clearing the thought. His only concern right now was getting Jysella home. Silently, he left home in the cover of darkness. The door swooshed with a whisper as he departed, leaving Mirax in bed, peacefully none the wiser.