Sleep was...difficult. She was used to sleeping in all sorts of places, but never one with a semi-sentient power that kept jerking her awake just as she was about to nod off. The Force demanded to be recognized. She had to run herself in a light coma to escape it.
Finally, she was awakened by the feeling of someone behind the door. She twisted herself out of bed, staggered a little, and waved the door open to see Gillis.
She frowned.
"You're not Qui-Gon." she deduced.
"Morn' greetings." he said. "I will be escorting you to classes."
She put a hand over her hearts.
"Are you saying the Masters don't trust me?" she said, tragically.
Ironic, because she'd intended to attend all of them before this. A bit of extra knowledge never hurt. But now she thought she'd only go to the ones that appealed to her. Yeah, yeah, she'd expected an escort. But Gillis wasn't Jinny, the Force was a creeper, and it was too early for this crap.
He hadn't deigned to give her a response. She put a hand on his shoulder.
"I don't envy you." she said. "And I won't make this any harder on you than it already is. So shall we?"
She walked down the hall, and he followed.
Well, that was easy. said his walk.
Suddenly, the Force hit her in a tidal wave. Eyes, eyes everywhere. So many hearts! There was Ben's, just a few floors away. One wrong mental flick, and she'd squash it. Sarah sank to her knees, hands on either side of her head.
Surprised, Gillis knelt beside her, taking her by the shoulders.
"Don't think of them as individuals." he said, voice echoing the sermons of dead Masters. "They are merely eddies in a unifying stream-"
His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed, unconscious. She removed her thumb and forefinger from his neck, hid her mind from the Force again, and rolled him comfortably on his back.
Sarah whistled away with her hands in her pockets, giving a staring padawan a cheery, "Mornin'!" as she passed.