They ran for hours, across the desert. Finally, Ben's old hut came into view. They entered, and Leia immediately went for the water. Luke, a child of the desert, was not quite as bad off as his twin sister, and allowed her to have her fill before drinking the rest of the precious liquid.

They both sat in silence for a long while, trying to process it all.

"My father's coming, Luke. If we can hold out until then, we'll be safe."

Luke shook his head. "No, we won't. We don't have the training to properly hide, not while we're together. That's why we were separated in the first place."

"You-you'll come live with us. You'll be the Prince of Alderaan, and Vader won't be able to touch you."

"Come on, Leia," he whispered. "I know you're smarter than that. Me, a prince? I'm a farm-boy. I'm a Child of the Desert. I could never be a part of your world, Princess."

Leia's eyes were fierce. "You're my brother, no matter what else. We belong together—we never should've been apart in the first place! You heard what they said—we could stop the Emperor. We could save the galaxy, Luke!"

"Leia," His eyes were stricken. "My family is gone! The closest thing I had to parents are dead, and it's my fault!"

"Don't say that, Luke!" Leia pleaded with her brother.

"But it's true! Vader came looking for us—for me."

"Peace, young Luke," came a deep voice. Leia leapt to her feet, looking around frantically, but Luke calmly looked to his left, where the ghostly visage of a man suddenly materialized. "Remember your breathing. Expel your emotions into the Force."

Luke took a deep breath and sunk down on his knees to the floor.

"Who are you?" Leia demanded.

"Peace, young Skywalker. You would do well to follow your brother's example. To answer you, I am Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn. I was Obi-Wan Kenobi's master when he was a Padawan learner, and I was to train your father until I was killed. My Padawan was knighted, and he took on your father's training. I have been giving your brother some rudimentary training in his dreams, much like Obi-Wan has done for you. Luke's Uncle Owen would not allow my Padawan to train your brother, so I undertook the task in secret, in dreams, where he could not interfere. Now, copy your brother. Find his Force signature and follow him, if you must."

"Master Qui-Gon," Luke asked when his master and sister both joined him in the Force.

"Yes, young Luke?"

"What are we to do? Vader draws near, and we are ill-equipped to face him in combat."

"That is why I have brought you here, young one. The Force has seemed fit to intervene on your behalf. You are to be sent into the past. For what purpose, I cannot tell you. That, you must figure out on your own."

"This must be a dream," Leia murmured. "Time travel isn't possible."

"You will find, young Organa-Skywalker that a great many things you take as impossible are quite within the realm of possibilities," the Jedi said sagely.

"Master Qui-Gon, how will we know if we are doing the right thing?"

"Trust in the Force, young Skywalker. You will know what to do."