The mist has dispersed a bit, but it is still a very gloomy-looking swamp. Luke pulls an equipment box from the shore to the clearing. He ignites a little fusion furnace and warms his hands before it. Taking a power cable, he plugs it into Artoo's nose like socket.

"Ready for some power?" Luke asks. "Okay. Let's see now. Put that in there. There you go."

The droid whistles his appreciation. Luke then opens a container of processed food and sits before the thermal heater.

Luke sighs. "Now all I have to do is find this Yoda... if he even exists."

Nervously, he looks around at the foreboding jungle.

"Still... there's something familiar about this place. I feel like... I don't know..."

"Feel like what?" A strange voice asked.

Luke jumps out of his skin. Artoo screeches in terror. The young warrior grabs for his lightsaber as he spins around, looking for the speaker. Mysteriously standing right in front of Luke is a strange, bluish creature, not more than two feet tall. The wizened little thing is dressed in rags. It motions toward Luke's sword.

"Like we're being watched!" He stares at the creature.

"Away with your weapon! I mean you no harm." The creature begged and held a hand to his face.

After some hesitation, Luke puts away his weapon, although he really doesn't understand why. Artoo watches with interest.

"I am wondering, why are you here?"

"I'm looking for someone."

"Looking? Found someone, you have, I would say, hmmm?" The little creature laughs.

"Right," Luke, fighting to not show his smile, said.

"Help you I can. Yes, mmmm."

"I don't think so. I'm looking for a great warrior."

"Ahhh! A great warrior." He laughs and shakes his head "Wars not make one great."

With the aid of a walking stick, the tiny stranger moves over to one of the cases of supplies. He begins to rummage around.

Artoo moves to the edge of the case - standing almost eye level to the creature who is carelessly handling the supplies - and squeaks his disapproval.

Their tiny visitor pick up the container of food Luke was eating from and takes a bite.

"Put that down. Hey! That's my dinner!"

The creature spits out the bite he has taken. He makes a face.

"How you get so big, eating food of this kind?"

He flips the container in Luke's direction and reaches into one of Luke's supply cases.

"Listen, friend," Luke begins, "we didn't mean to land in that puddle, and if we could get our ship out, we would, but we can't, so why don't you just..."

"Aww, cannot get your ship out?" The creature teased.

The creature spots something of interest in Luke's case. Luke loses patience and grabs the case away. The creature retains his prize - a tiny power lamp - and examines it with delight.

"Hey, you could have broken this. Don't do that. Ohhh... you're making a mess. Hey, give me that!"

The creature retreated with the lamp "Mine! Or I will help you not."

Clutching its treasure, the creature backs away from Luke, drawing closer to Artoo. As Luke and the creature argue, one of Artoo's little arms slowly moves out toward the power lamp, completely unnoticed by the creature.

"I don't want your help. I want my lamp back. I'll need it to get out of this slimy mud hole." Luke complained.

"Mud hole? Slimy? My home this is."

Artoo grabs hold of the lamp and the two little figures are immediately engaged in a tug-of-war over it.

"Ah, ah, ah!" The creature screeched.

"Oh, Artoo let him have it!" Luke told him.

"Mine! Mine!"

"Artoo!" Luke shouted. "Please tell me this is not how children act," he mumbled, hoping he was right.

"Mine!" The creature lets go with one hand and pokes Artoo lightly with one finger. Artoo reacts with a startled squeal, and let's go.

"Mine!

Luke, being fed up, said "Now will you move along, little fella? We're got a lot of work to do.

"No! No, no! Stay and help you, I will." He laughs "Find your friend, hmm?"

"I'm not looking for a friend. I'm looking for a Jedi Master."

"Oohhh. Jedi Master. Yoda. You seek Yoda."

Luke looks to him "You know him?"

"Mmm. Take you to him, I will." He laughed again "Yes, yes. But now, we must eat .Come. Good food. Come."

With that, the creature scurries out of the clearing, laughing merrily. Luke stares after him. All he sees is the faint light from the small power lamp moving through the fog. Luke makes his decision and starts after the creature.

We hear the creature talk in the distance "Come, come."

Artoo, very upset, whistles a blue streak of protest.

"Stay here and watch after the camp, Artoo." Luke commands him.

Artoo beeps even more frantically. But as Luke disappears from view, the worried little droid grows quieter, and utters a soft electronic sigh.

MILES AND MILES AWAY

"I don`t know if I`m doing this right," I say as I flip the mask off. Something was wrong with the valves; I lied to Leia and said I was completely fine with repairing most of it.

She whips her mask off and takes a closer look. "No, you`re doing fine. Just add a little spark right there, and it should be perfect." She pointed to the bottom, right hand corner.

"Okay," I picked up the little mechanism we used, but nothing the sparks weren't coming out.

"Why isn't it-?" I was interrupted by a small spark shocking Leia`s eye as I held it to close to her face on accident.

She let out a loud "Ouch!" as she held up her hand to her eye.

"I-I`m s-sorry! I didn't mean to! I-I`ll go g-get s-some ice!" I stammered. Oh no, what if she went blind!

I was about to rush right past her, when I heard small laughter.

She was laughing.

"W-why are you laughing?!" I asked, trying to contain mine.

"The look on your face was priceless!" She laughed some more.

I grinned and let out a laugh myself.

"What`s going on in here?" We both heard Han say, as he walked in.

Leia turned away from him and shut her eyes tightly. She really didn't listen to me earlier, did she?

"Hey, Your Worship, I'm only asking." He said, and focused on her. Only her.

"Would you please stop calling me that?" She turned around and faced him.

Han hears a new tone in her voice. A smile crept up into his lips.

"Sure, Leia."

"Oh, you make it so difficult sometimes."

"I do, I really do. You could be a little nicer, though." He grinned.

She thought my face was priceless, I`d give anything for her to make that face she mad at him again.

I thought this was the perfect time to leave.

"Hey, I maybe should go help 3PO settle down, I think I hear him throwing a tantrum." Before Leia or Han could ask, I dashed out the door and closed it. Maybe I should-? No, that`s cruel.

I pushed my ear up against the door and tried to make out anything they were saying.

It was hard, nearly impossible, for me to understand a lick of what they were speaking, but I managed to get a few phrases out.

"You`re trembling," I heard Han say to her.

"I`m not trembling," She responded.

"You like me because I'm a scoundrel. There aren't enough scoundrels in your life." He spoke.

"I happen to like nice men," She finally said.

"I`m a nice man," Han responded.

"No you`re not, you`re-," There was silence. Had they-? Had they kissed?!

A noticeable grin appeared on my face, as I tried to contain my giggling. Why am I acting like a child?!

"Mistress Cerise, is something wrong?" I jumped at C-3PO`s voice and turned around.

"Oh no, nothing`s wrong at all. I`m just happy."

"And why is that?"

"Well,"

"Ah, is there something wrong with the door? I really need to tell the captain great news!"

"N-no, nothing`s wrong." Please, don`t o-.

"Mistress, 'tis simple, all you need to do is press this small button-."

"No don`t open it!" I yelled as the door slid open.

He waltzed on in as Leia and Han stared into each other`s eyes.

"Sir, sir! I've isolated the reverse power flux coupling." 3PO cheered.

Han slowly turned around from the embrace and looked at the both of us. I tried my best to give a 'sorry, not my fault,' smile.

"Thank you, thank you very much."

"Oh, you`re perfectly welcome, sir."

Han shakes his head and marches out past us. 3PO quickly followed while I stayed behind with Leia.

"I just kissed Han," She recounted and stared at nothing.

I gave her a smirk "I heard,"

"I just kissed Han," She said again.

I took her hand and led her out. "Come on Leah, you must be exhausted."

DAGOBATH

Artoo, peeking in the window, sees the inside of the house - a very plain, but cozy dwelling. Everything is in the same small scale as the creature. The only thing out of place in the miniature room is Luke, whose height makes the four-foot ceiling seem even lower. He sits cross-legged on the floor of the living room.

The creature is in an adjoining area - his little kitchen - cooking up an incredible meal. The stove is a steaming hodgepodge of pots and pans. The wizened little host scurries about chopping this, shredding that, and showering everything with exotic herbs and spices. He rushes back and forth putting platters on the table in front of Luke, who watches the creature impatiently.

"Look, I'm sure it's delicious. I just don't understand why we can't see Yoda now." Luke said.

"Patience! For the Jedi it is time to eat as well. Eat, eat. Hot. Good food, hm? Good, hmm?" The creature spoke.

Moving with some difficulty in the cramped quarters, Luke sits down near the fire and serves himself from the pot. Tasting the unfamiliar concoction, he is pleasantly surprised.

"How far away is Yoda? Will it take us long to get there?" He asked.

"Not far. Yoda not far. Patience. Soon you will be with him." He tasted some of the food from the pot "Rootleaf, I cook. Why wish you become Jedi? Hm?"

"Mostly because of my father, I guess."

"Ah, your father. Powerful Jedi was he, powerful Jedi, mmm."

Luke`s temper was slightly rising "Oh, come on. How could you know my father? You don't even know who I am." He was fed up now "Oh, I don't know what I'm doing here. We're wasting our time."

The creature turns away from Luke and speaks to a third party.

"I cannot teach him. The boy has no patience." The creature was irritated. Luke's head spins in the direction the creature faces. But there is no one there. The boy is bewildered, but it gradually dawns on him that the little creature is Yoda, the Jedi Master, and that he is speaking with Ben.

"He will learn patience." Ben`s voice echoed.

"Hmmm. Much anger in him, like his father." The creature told.

"Was I any different when you taught me?"

"Hah. He is not ready."

Luke cut in "Yoda! I am ready. I... Ben! I can be a Jedi. Ben, tell him I'm ready." Trying to see Ben, Luke starts to get up but hits his head on the low ceiling.

"Ready, are you? What know you of ready? For eight hundred years have I trained Jedi. My own counsel will I keep on who is to be trained! A Jedi must have the deepest commitment, the most serious mind." He turned to Ben, who Luke was unable to see.

"This one a long time have I watched. All his life has he looked away...to the future, to the horizon. Never his mind on where he was. Hmm? What he was doing. Hmph. Adventure. Heh! Excitement. Heh! A Jedi craves not these things." He turned back to Luke "You are reckless!"

Luke looks down. He knows it is true.

"So was I, if you'll remember." Ben said.

"He is too old. Yes, too old to begin the training."

Luke thinks he detects a subtle softening in Yoda's voice.

"But I've learned so much." Luke spoke up.

Yoda turns his piercing gaze on Luke, as though the Jedi Master's huge eyes could somehow determine how much the boy had learned. After a long moment, the little Jedi turns toward where he alone sees Ben.

Yoda sighs and turns to Luke "Will he finished what he begins?"

"I won't fail you - I'm not afraid."

"Oh, you will be. You will be."