The Path cannot be seen, nor can it be unseen. Perception is delusion; abstract is nonsensical. Your Path is freedom. Name it and it vanishes.
Lep inhaled deeply and opened his eyes. He was on the Lord Cardigan, in his bunk. Warm, soft, and…Stirring?
He looked down. A pair of soft brown eyes met his. "Good morning."
Lep smiled. "Good morning, Katelyn. Have you been out of bed yet?"
She shook her head. "Waiting for you. Do you want to leave first, or shall I?"
"Hmm… it's my room, so I'll leave first. Wait a minute, and then leave."
They got up and dressed. Lep pulled Katelyn close and gave her a kiss, en passant. "Same time, same place?"
She smiled coyly. "I don't see why not."
Lep smiled, and left.
Wakada sat in the cockpit with Kip. They were talking about everything and nothing when an alert sounded.
"Incoming transmission from The Door into Summer." Wakada hit a few buttons, and the message played.
"--ant. Message repeats: All Jedi are to reassemble at the Temple on Coruscant. Message repeats--"
Kip punched the coordinates in the NaviComputer. "All aboard."
Stephan was laying on his bunk reading. Lita was sparring hand-to-hand with Virvel. Those two took to each other like adhesive.
Stephan kept reading…
"…move along, Woodie, and give Gershwin a rest."
He grunted and did so; the Gershwin stopped. Hazel and I followed him--and again music sounded, a pipe-and-drum band blaring out a march I had not heard since that black day when I lost my foot… and my command… and my honor: "The Campbells Are Coming--"
It startled me out of my wits, and gave me the mighty shot of adrenaline that ancient boast before battle always does…
JW's voice sounded forth from the intercom. "Next destination, Coruscant. So speaketh JW."
Stephan smiled. "Amen."
A/N: Excerpt from The Cat Who Walks Through Walls, by Robert A. Heinlein