I now had a name, a family, a home planet, and a place to live. I needed a job; the money I had brought with me wouldn't last forever. I was renting a duplex; half a house when I should have gotten an apartment. My original plan was to be a bartender, but there were no bars or nightclubs for me to work at. I had landed myself in suburban hell. I would have to get a respectable job now that I've traded a life of ease for green pastures.

I found a job a week later in a seamstress shop. I had never sewn a thing a day in my life which was fine because I was hired to do secretarial and book-keeping work. I acted sweet and attended social events. It was good to not feeling like I was hiding, but they were all so nice it was exhausting. There was no one I could pick a fight with even if I wasn't trying to fly under the radar.

When I was alone in the house I would worry about being found which usually led to me thinking about Darth Maul and his arm wrapped around me in bed. I knew he lusted for me, but did he care enough to protect me? Did he care enough to miss me? Secretly, I wished that he would find me.

I would show up to the seamstress shop when it opened every morning at nine a.m. sharp. Miss Enise would arrive fifteen minutes later, and our day would begin. Not many people came into the shop and when they did it was only for a minute to pick something up or drop something off.

"Why are you the only one who works here?" I asked.

"I'm not," she chuckled. "You work here too."

I shook my head. "I meant why are you the only one sewing all these clothes? Why hire me, when you could have hired someone to actually help you with the labor?"

"Because I love to sew. If someone else did it, it would take all the fun out of the job," she explained.

I smiled to myself and returned to the accounting I had been tasked with. Suddenly, I felt guilty for wanting to see Maul again. Should he find me, he would surely kill anyone who stood in his way and the last thing I wanted was to put someone else's life in danger.

My thoughts were interrupted when Marjorie Lessiar walked through the door causing the little bell to ring. She carried a long gown in a protective garment bag. She cradled it, holding onto it delicately as though it would break. Marjorie was beautiful in ways an athletic girl like me could never be, but she was petty; the queen of gossip in the town.

"Marjorie! How are you?" Miss Enise came rushing forward to greet her.

"Wonderful," Marjorie smiled. "Only, I have an event to attend tomorrow and I realized the bottom of my gown needs to be hemmed."

"Well, come on back, I'll measure it for you." Miss Enise led Marjorie and her gown into the back of the shop.

After they disappeared behind my sight lines, it became very quiet.

The silence made me uneasy. Marjorie was never quiet, she had too many people to talk about. I crept towards the backroom to eavesdrop and see what was going on. They weren't silent; still gossiping from what I could tell, only in hushed voices. I chose not to strain to hear them because I liked my boss and wanted to be well-mannered for once in my life. Instead, I returned to my desk in the front of the shop.

A while later the two emerged; Marjorie thanking Miss Enise. Miss Enise told Marjorie she could come by tomorrow morning to pick it up, and then bid her farewell.

"Honey, you can just go home for the rest of the day. I'll close up," Miss Enise turned to me.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "It's only mid-day."

Miss Enise was certain she wanted me gone because in the end she practically pushed me out the door. I shrugged it off and headed home.