Ezra made a mental note to avoid Master Kenobi as much as possible from now on. That entire episode was too close for comfort. But even as he walked through the hallway, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something. As if there was something important he was overlooking. And the more he thought about his time with Obi-Wan, the more he couldn't shake the feeling that he had met, or at least seen, the Jedi Master sometime before. But where? And how?

Perhaps now he could try and understand what it was the Force wanted him to do here, so he could do it and leave. Did it have something to do with Obi-Wan? Was that why Ezra was getting this rash of déjà vu all of a sudden? But what exactly could-

"Padawan Dev?" Ezra snapped his head around to see Master Depa Billaba walk towards him.

"Master?"

"A word, if you please." She smiled slightly and, gently guided him through the hallway, "I wish to speak to you about something important."

Great, now what?

"Don't fret, you're not in trouble. I just want to clarify something." Depa Billaba was a patient woman. Patience was important when you had a Padawan like Caleb. Questions flew past that boy's mouth faster than blaster fire. She practically raised him, but Dev Morgan, Caleb's new friend, was having the strangest effect on her padawan. Not that this sudden change was a bad thing, she had never seen Caleb so protective of anyone. And, she would never admit this to the boy, he did not seem to have any friends. Sure, the Jedi order preached against forming attachments, but that didn't meant closing oneself off completely. When ever training was over, she noticed that Caleb skulked away into his room, never to be seen until the next day. He would sometimes take his meals in his quarters, or alone in the fields. He never went roaming the city with companions. It was unsettling for one so young.

The two reached the end of the hallway, and walked out into the fresh sunlight. Billaba glanced down at young Dev, he looked as nervous as Caleb did the first time she trained with him. It was uncanny how alike those two were. It went beyond light saber forms, and fighting styles. It was etched in the way the glanced at the temple, the way they seemed to shrink at the thought of getting close to others. Perhaps this was why Caleb had become so infatuated with this boy. The two were more alike than either of them realized.

"So," Master Billaba began, "How are you enjoying the temple?"

Ezra's face lit up, "Oh, it's wonderful. It feels like I've found another home."

She smiled slightly, "That is wonderful to hear. I'm sure your Master must have had that in his reasoning's for sending you here. Though, I must admit, you seem to have the strangest influence on Caleb."

Ezra nearly felt his spine freeze, "Not a bad influence, I hope."

"Oh no, on the contrary. I've never seen Caleb grow so close to anyone. Ever. These days he seems more concerned with fighting Separatists than making friends."

Even worse, sometimes Depa caught wind of the others making light of Caleb's questioning nature. Granted, Caleb asked questions, but that was pricesly the reason why she chose him as her student. Questions lead the way to deeper examination, and she hated the idea of Caleb's curiosity being stifled because others did not see the importance of it. But Dev was a bundle of questions himself. Where did he come from? Why would he design his light saber that way? Why couldn't she locate his name in any of the Holocron lists? Why was Caleb suddenly so protective of him? Dev Morgan was an enigma.

The two stopped at the edge of a cliff, overlooking the city. The Temple was just behind them, looming like a guardian. She could sense Dev's fear. His nervous mind rippled through the force. This boy was searching for something, franticly searching for something important. It seemed to be at the base of his very core, a slow, sickly feeling that he needed to find some kind of…path. But it was shrouded by doubt and fear. Always fear, everywhere he turned.

"Dev?" she asked.

"Yes Master?"

"You remember how I told you that you'd be under my tutelage while you remained here?"

Ezra nodded.

"Well, what that means is that I am going to train you as hard as I can. But," she placed her hand on Ezra's shoulder, "That also means I'm going to do everything I can to keep you out of harm's way and make you comfortable. You're my student now, just as Caleb is." She looked into his eyes, blue and deep, they reminded her of Caleb's the day she first saw him. "You have nothing to fear."

And as she spoke, Billaba felt the fear melt away from Dev's heart, replaced with a warm glow. "Thank you Master," he said.

Perhaps, whatever path he was on, it had something to do with Caleb. The two boys were so alike they were practically brothers, and if it did have something to do with Caleb, then that meant it had something to do with her. Caleb was her student after all, and now, so was Dev. "The Force often leads us to the people who help us to grow, has your Master ever told you that?" she asked.

Ezra shook his head, Kanan never really talked much about that kind of stuff.

"Do you believe I've been lead here for some greater purpose Master?" Ezra asked.

Depa Billaba only stared out into the vast city of Corusant, "That is not for me to decide, however, I suggest further contemplation might help you on your path."

The job of a Master was to help illuminate, but allow the student to choose for himself. Whatever path Dev Morgan chose to walk, Depa Billaba would be there to help clear the way for him. She would not let him, or Caleb, lose themselves to doubt.

"Perhaps you should go find Caleb, I'm sure he's looking everywhere for you."

Ezra bowed slightly and walked back to the temple.

She turned to see him disappear behind the Temple walls.

"I hope you find what it is you seek young one."

Perhaps Master Billaba is right, Ezra thought as he navigated his way into the Temple. Clearly, the Force had brought him here for a reason…and most signs pointed towards it being Caleb. Hera often said that things happened for a reason, and even during meditation, Kanan always hinted at something greater than himself guiding them.

"Always remember Ezra, the Force guides us to where we need to be."

Ezra never really understood that. Was everything planned out then? Was this whole time travel thing just another lesson to be learned? Or…was Ezra here to help someone? Master Billaba's words rung in his mind.

I've never seen Caleb grow so close to anyone. Ever.

"Caleb?" Ezra whispered. Was Caleb the reason he was here? Well, Caleb was the first person he had met since being here, and pretty much the only person Ezra could fully trust. And even Master Billaba noticed a strong change in Caleb's demeanor whenever Ezra was around. Ezra shrugged, it made about as much sense as everything else that had happened since he's been there.

If Caleb was the person Ezra was meant to help, then what exactly would Caleb need help with? It definitely couldn't be studying. Or asking questions, Caleb seemed to have those things locked up. Perhaps, it was time do a little fishing.

Ezra walked into the dorm room he shared with Caleb. He knocked twice, and then entered.

"Caleb?" Ezra asked.

On the far side of the room, Caleb sat going over his notes from the day's lecture. His eyes scanned each page in a frenzy. Ezra could tell he wasn't really studying. He could feel Caleb's anxiety rising to his throat. Ezra plopped down on the bed. Maybe Caleb needed help with relaxing.

"Caleb," Ezra called again.

And like magic, Caleb looked up, and nearly jumped. "Dev, you're alright." He nearly spilled his paperwork all over the floor rushing to Ezra's side, "What did Master Kenobi want? What did you tell him?"

Ezra just waved the questions away, "It's nothing. He just wanted to ask me some questions about my master is all."

How exactly was Kanan doing? Ever since he got here, he tried not to think too much about him. If he thought about Kanan searching all throughout Lothal, trying to find him, he'd just feel guiltier than he already did…he'd also feel more terrified than ever. When he got back, Kanan, and the entire crew would kill him. And then they'd find a way to bring him back to life so they could kill him all over again.

"You master?" Caleb asked. "What for?"

Ezra just shrugged, "Don't know, but it's over now."

And frankly, Ezra was glad for that. He knew Kanan wasn't on Lothal. In fact there was a better chance that Kanan was somewhere in this Temple on Corusant. Ezra imagined Kanan would be young. Younger than even Caleb, perhaps he was still a youngling, or maybe he was so young that he hadn't been taken from his parents yet. Who knew? Kanan was secretive about his past. Ezra really had no clue how old his future master was in this era, or if he were even born yet.

Caleb's palm met his face, "Dev, you can't just be so cava-"

"Caleb," Ezra interrupted, "How often do you go out into the city to just relax with your friends?"

Caleb nearly stumbled from the perch of the bed, "W-what kind of a question is that?"

It was ironic that Caleb, the king of questions, would ask that.

"It's a good question," Ezra said, "And one I need you to answer. How often do you just hang out with your friends?"

Caleb rolled his shoulders over, and allowed his hair to block his face. "I don't really go out much. I've got my training to worry about."

Ezra cocked his eyebrow, "Well, classes are done for the day right?"

Caleb nodded. "Why?"

"You and I are going out." Ezra nearly leapt from the bed, and into Caleb's closet. "Come on, we need to get you something comfortable to wear. We can't party in these robes."

"Party?" Caleb said as he rose to meet Ezra, "We can't go out. It's too…we're not…Dev stop it."

But Ezra had already dug out an old t-shirt, and a wrinkled pair of pants and thrown them Caleb's way. "Shut up and get dressed. You and I are gonna party."

The Force might not have sent Ezra here to help Caleb relax…but he would be damned if he would let his new friend drown himself in a life with no companions. Ezra had lived that life. It was tough, far too tough a life for someone as kind as Caleb. Ezra was determined to get Caleb to loosen up no matter what. Time paradox or no time paradox.

"Just trust me on this. You're gonna love it."