Ezra walked along the Temple wall, (which, now seemed more like a cave). He trudged and trudged. His pack seeming heavier and heavier with each step. How long had he been gone? Had the crew even noticed?

As Ezra walked along the pathway, he reached a small light up ahead, and as he moved, it became clearer and clearer, until he was facing the opening of the Temple's door. He could tasted the dusty sand of Lothal on his mouth, and feel its gravity shift. He was back.

"Home sweet home…"

Ezra took two steps from the entrance, and the Temple slowly folded back into the sands, no evidence that it had been there at all.

"Ezra!"

And Ezra turned to see Kanan, his master, strong in his stance with arms folded…and he looked angry. Angrier than Ezra had even seen the Inquisitor.

"Get to the Ghost…now."

It was a barrage of nonstop questions, accusations, worries, and screams...and the only people onboard at the moment were Kanan and Ezra.

"What did you think you were doing?"

"Do you have any idea how worried we were?"

"Hera is still out there looking for you…why didn't you comm? Oh, Force…this is unacceptable behavior."

For a brieft moment, Kanan almost seemed like Depa Billaba.

"Kanan, I told you. I didn't have a choice. The Temple told me to go and…it showed me things."

"Things you're not willing to tell me." Kanan said. Once he had gotten Ezra back to the ship, he grilled Ezra on everything that had happened. Where he went. Why. How. But Ezra did not give out the information so easily, in fact Kanan could sense that whatever happened…had made Ezra sadder than he had ever seen him.

"It's not that I don't want to tell you," Ezra said. And it wasn't. He wanted to tell his master everything, all he had leaned and seen…and about Caleb. He wanted to describe Caleb so perfectly to Kanan that it felt like Kanan had known the guy his whole life. "But I can't."

But he couldn't.

"And why not?" Kanan asked, his arms crossed. Ezra didn't need the Force to know his master was displeased.

"It's just…" It's just that telling Kanan, or anyone for that matter, would be like he was betraying Caleb. It wasn't fair that Caleb had to forget what had happened. The only person Ezra wanted to share those memories with was the person who helped make them. If Caleb was forced to forget, then Ezra would keep those stories hidden inside of him, at least until he met Caleb again. And then he could share all he knew, he could help Caleb remember…

Bonds never die.

Kanan only sighed, and touched his palm to his face. "Fine. But when the other's come back, they're gonna want some kind of an explanation."

Ezra nodded, "I would expect nothing less."

Kanan looked up, "You're lucky I'm not my master." And Kanan turned and walked back to his bunk.

Kanan had storied of Order 66, saying that he was the only survivor. But Ezra knew that couldn't be the only truth, not after he had met Caleb. Caleb was too smart. He was too good. He was too…Caleb-y, to have not survived. Somehow, someway, Caleb was alive. Ezra knew it. Ezra looked up to the Ghost's ceiling. Bonds can carry beyond memories, and beyond time. Beyond space, and beyond stars.

"We'll meet again…I know it."