"Alright, Nate, you'll be the knight and I'll be the princess." Acleara decided as she and Nathaniel played in her room. She dug through her chest of dress up clothes and pulled out a bike helmet and a plastic sword. After pulling out a tiara and scepter, she handed the helmet and sword to Nathaniel.

Constella, leaning against the doorway, smiled warmily at her children. Remembering a similar game when Acleara and Obi-Wan were children. In a lot of way's, COnstella was proud of Acleara. Despite how hard and scary her past was, she still managed to make her younger brother happy. Similar to how Obi-Wan kept Acleara happy, making sure she wasn't thinking about their father. Obi-Wan would play similar games like Knight and Princess with Acleara, it was the only way to cope with their tragedy.

"Your children are very beautiful." Armora commented, walking up to Constella, holding the recent family picture. Constella didn't need to look at the picture, the photo was imprinted in her mind. She remembered everything that day; she got a good deal with a cheap photographer. Not only did she have a good deal, and good photographer, the photographer brought clothes for her kids to wear. Constella had Obi-Wan dress himself and Nathaniel, while she dressed herself and Acleara. Digging through the closet, she brought out a light pink dress with baby blue ribbon's similar to Cinderella's dress. She pulled Acleara's hair up into a pony tail and placed a stripped clip above the pony tail.

Then Obi-Wan and Nathaniel came out of the dressing room, wearing similar black shirt's and tan khaki's. Only Nathaniel was wearing a navy blue jacket over his shirt. Seeing all three of her children posing for the photo, Constella felt something she hasn't in a long time. A feeling she feared she had lost forever.

Pure happiness.

Seeing their smiling face's, the love they have for each other, it was like they were a happy family.

"They are very fortunate." Constella replied, smiling with pride. "My children have inherited most of my looks. And are you trying to make small talk, mother?"

"Yes. Is it working?"

"No."

"I see. "Armora said, clearing her throat in an awkward manner, and leaned against the wall. Looking at the photo of the three children, each of them looked happy, bright, full of life. For some odd reason, Armora felt a small hint of pride in her heart. " Do you remember Annie from next door?"

"Pardon me?" Constella asked, looking at her mother, baffled. Annie was a girl from Constella's childhood who lived down the street. They were best friends, they would be playing at each other's houses, spend the weekend's in a tent in the back yard, many enjoyable childhood activities that made Constella enjoy her childhood. Annie, unlike Constella, had an older brother. Whenever he was home, she would spend more time with him and Constella was often left to play alone. Armora, for awhile, pitied her daughter for her loneliness. She tried to arrange for Constella to join Jefferson at work, but he wouldn't have her around the dangerous tools. But that was long ago, why would her mother be wanting to bring up the past?

"Your friend. Please tell me you remember her."

"Of course. But why do you bring her up after all these years?" Constella thought about Annie. How she went by 'Ann' now, she married and remarried far too many time's, many of her children were placed in separate home's. No doubt none of them knew each other, let alone their mother. If anyone were to tell her, when she a teenager that she would come home and find out that her brother was murdered in a car accident, she would start throwing punch's. But if one were to tell her that her parent's were the murderer's, she would have thrown herself off a cliff.

"I remember how much she loved her older brother. What was his name? Randy?"

"Yes." Constella felt her heart sink, remembering Randy. Not only was he Annie's brother, but Constella's first crush. If Be-Ji didn't come into the picture, she probably would have married Randy. "They were close."

"I truly wish you had a sibling, like Randy and Annie. Perhaps you would not have been so lonely-"

"And I would not have ended with Be-Ji?" Constella asked, shaking her head in disbelief. If there was one thing that never changed about her mother, she never let go of the past. She always talked about the 'what if's'. Which annoyed Constella the most. "As I recall, I loved Be-Ji just as you loved father. I had every intention to live the rest of my life with him-"

"I also wish you would not interrupt me." Armora stated, walking down the hall.

"I wish you would not walk away from me." Constella growled, following quickly after her mother to the end of the hall. "What are you doing?"

"Whose room is this?" She asked, stopping at the last door at the end of the hall.

"This room is Benjamin's room." Constella replied, rubbing her thin arms, hoping Armora wouldn't go into his room. She hasn't been in his room since he was abducted, she just couldn't. There were too many memories, too many thought's, so much fear. " He sleeps here when he visit's."

"How often does he visit?" Armora asked, opening the door, looking around the room.

"It hurts me to say it is not too often." Constella replied, her feet feeling cemented to the floor. She wanted so much to join her mother in Obi-Wan's room, but her heart wouldn't let her. " Which has contributed in my anger towards the Jedi Council."

"Care to explain?" Armora asked, her attention back to Constella.

"Where shall I begin?" Constella began, crossing her arm's, looking down the hall, hearing the joyful shout's of Acleara and Nathaniel. Normally, she would have told them to use their inside voices, this time however, she was grateful for their shouts. She focused on those screams so to tame her own. " It is because of them I rarely see my own son. I cannot be there to protect my child. I could not provide a simple human life for him. Can you imagine that pain?"

Armora stayed silent, waiting for Constella to continue.

"Every night, after they took him," She continued, and she couldn't stop. Everything poured out of her like pouring tea into a cup. "I cried myself to sleep, I couldn't leave this room. I am not sure what brought me out of it, but I managed to stay clear of this room until he returned home. I prayed they would bring him home, let me be with him, have us be a family. Granted, we are not a perfect family, but we are happy. Before that, they have taken you from me. They have kept you a secret for years, and never bothered to inform me. Do you know what hurts me more?"

"What is it?"

"You never bothered to talk to me." Constella said with as much honesty as a saint. Her blue eyes looked at Armora with pain and anger, nothing Armora has ever seen in her daughter. Before those words could sink in, Constella continued her vent. "You never contacted me, gave me a sign, nothing. You had me believe you to be dead, mother. Do you realize how low that is? How much that hurt me? Do you even care? I need a drink."

A second later, Constella was gone, heading for the stairs. Standing out of the bedroom, watching her run, Armora was stunned. She couldn't understand why, but her heart grew heavy and tears filled her eyes.

Running down the stairs with tears blinding her sight, Constella ran into Qui-Gon, nearly falling backwards. Adjusting herself, Constella met with Qui-Gon's questionable glance.

"What are you doing?" Qui-Gon asked, standing in front of the cabinet.

"I am getting a drink." Constella replied boldly, she didn't want Qui-Gon interfering with her and her sorrows.

"I could get you some tea." Qui-Gon suggested, pointing to the tea kettle.

"I do not mean that kind of drink, Qui-Gon."

"I'm sorry, but I can't let you."

"And why not?" Constella asked, stomping her foot, then mentally slapping herself. What was she doing acting so immature?

"Because you can't let alcohol comfort you at a time like this." Qui-Gon explained, standing still. "Listen to me, I may have an idea to where Obi-Wan may be."

Just like when Be-Ji proposed to her, when she found out she was having Obi-Wan, Constella's heart stopped. With her shoulder's slumped down, her jaw hanging down, and her eyes filled with tears of joy and hope. Finally, they were getting somewhere, she would finally have her son back. Without waiting to hear more from Qui-Gon, Constella took his hand and dragged him up the stairs to where Armora was still standing now dumbfounded.

"Tell her, tell her what you told me." Constella begged, shoving Qui-Gon to Armora.

Taking a moment to adjust himself, Qui-Gon cleared his throat and began explaining his idea. "Armora, when you told me your story of how you lost your husband, I mentioned something to the Jedi Council. They showed me a photo of when you last saw your husband. Acleara also saw the photo, she said it looked like a beach house. I can't do any investigating without consulting you. It may not be the place where Obi-Wan is kept, but it is at least a start. Is a beach house where your husband passed?"

"Yes, I remember everything about that beach house." Armora replied, holding back the buried wounds of losing her husband. "You are saying Obi-Wan is there?"

"My feeling's tell me if he is not there, then we will at least find a clue."