Valana came and got me after our group, and she led me back to the room with the quote on the wall. I sat down and wondered what we were going to do because we had already talked this week.

"I want to run some tests on you," she said. "I run them on everyone on the floor, and they just help get a sense of who you are and what is going on inside your mind."

"What sort of test?" I asked.

"An IQ test, a personality test, and some behavioral tests."

"You just ask me questions and I answer them?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."

"We are just going to do the IQ test today because it will take an hour and you need to go see your minder at 1700."

"Okay."

She asked me a lot of questions, analogies, logic problems, arranging patterns, stuff like that. They weren't hard, but they were weird and odd. I had never been tested on something like this. She imputed my answers on a data pad, and computed the results.

"Alright Anakin what do you know about IQ?" she asked.

"It measures how skilled you are in common sense."

"Not really. I measure your mental age by your chronological age and test you in different areas of intelligence. People can be low in science, but high in music, and still have a very high IQ. In fact, some people with high IQs have very bad common sense."

"Oh."

"What do you think your IQ is from genius to mentally deficient?"

I laughed. "Obi-Wan calls me stupid sometimes, and so does my wife, but they have never called me mentally deficient. I'm good with machines and have a pretty high success record on the battlefield. Is there like a 'smart' category."

"There is. There is a high average and a high."

"Probably there."

She smiled, and said, "You're higher than that. Your score is in the 130's which means that you are logical, and creative, and in the gifted category."

"Half the Jedi Order would disagree with you."

"The test doesn't lie, Anakin. You are hardly average." she looked at the chronometer. "Well, you got through those tests faster than I thought you would. You got a little bit of free time before you have to go see your Minder."

"Are you going to test me again?"

"Yeah we have done the interview, and today we did the IQ, but I still needed to test your personality and I want to do a behavioral assessment closer to your release, so we got a little bit more to do."

"When do we do it?"

"When I get time," she said. "I have twelve patient on the floor and I am responsible for two floors, so that's twenty four patients. That is a lot of assessments."

"How do you get to us everyday," I asked.

"I have eyes and ears everywhere," she said, winking.

I smiled.

She led me out of the door, and we walked back onto the floor. I looked at the time on my comlink, but it wouldn't turn on.

"It only took thirty minutes," said Valana. "Like I said you are fast. We are still in group."

I rolled my eyes, and went to the therapy room. I went into the room and sat down.

"Hello Anakin," said Dudly.

"Valnaya wanted me for something," I explained.

"She told me. Vardo, can catch Anakin up on what we are talking about?"

"Why me?" Vardo said, gritting her teeth.

"Why not you?" asked Dudly.

Hissing at him, Vardo looked at me and said, "This is health and wellness group. We talk about what it looks like when we are well. It can be anything from your on meds, to playing with your kid, to just not relapsing. Sometimes we do worksheets and write out a plan, sometimes we talk. It depends what Dudly feels like."

"That is a good summation. Would you like to give it a go as an example?"

"I knew you were going to say that!" she hissed. "Alright when I get out of here in twelve months, first thing is I gotta take that damn injection everyday, and I am going to get the most annoying protocol droid in the world to remind me. Then I am going to go to Tatooine, where those people better be taking care of my kid or so help me! Then I am going to grab her, and we are going to go to Dathomir, and we are gonna celebrate her 5th and 6th birthday together." She looked up at Dudly, "And if you fuck with my plan…"

"Let's not finish that sentence," said Dudly. " I want everyone to go home and be happy and well. And I am sorry you missed your daughter's birthdays, Vardo."

She wiped her face and folded her arms. "I got to see her," she said. "That was something."

"Mishi," said Dudley. "Do you have a plan yet? I know you have only been here a few days."

She shook her head.

"What does being well look like for you?"

She shrugged.

"Tell me a time when you were happy and excited to be alive. What were you doing? Who were you with?"

Mishi pulled her knees into her chest. She didn't cry, but she just had this look of hopelessness about her.

"Come on Mishi," said Permians the Rodian. "You don't remember being five and kicking a ball around in your parent backyard, or chasing a butterfly, or throwing a stick?"

Mishi shook her head.

"Anakin," said Dudley, "Can you help Mishi out. What does being well look like for you?"

"That is actually a really hard question," I said. "I don't remember ever feeling well. I was a slave, we were always hungry, beaten, tired. My mom got it worse than me. When I got freed, it took about two years for me to put on weight, and get used to my master taking care of me. The anger never went away. When I was nineteen almost twenty, the love of my life was in danger, and I got to protect her. We went to Naboo, and just flirted, and fell in love together. Those were the best few months of my life. I think I was well then."

"So you were happy, in love, at peace," said Dudly. "Can you ever get back to that?"

"I don't know," I said. "With the war and all."

"Sounds like you weren't being a Jedi," said Peermans.

I thought about that for a minute. Was that the key to my happiness?

"Mishi," said Dudley, "can you think of anything?"

"I was little," she said.

"What were you doing?" asked Dudley.

"I liked to write stories."

"What were they about?"

"Whatever."

"What was the last story you wrote?"

"Not since…"

"Not since last year," said Dudley.

She nodded.

"You've been like this for a year?" asked Vednis.

"You have been cutting for a year?" I asked, distraught.

She nodded.

"What happened a year ago Mishi?" asked Dudley.

She shook her head.

"Zygaria?" I asked.

She actually flinched at the name. Slowly she turned to me, and she nodded, letting the tears in her eyes fall.

Taking a deep breath and balling my fist, I tried to control my anger. I couldn't help her if I got extra days by flipping over the table and punching a hole in the wall.

I realized I was going to have to talk if I was going to make her feel better.

"I was a slave," I whispered, "the first decade of my life. I know what they did to you."

"Were you ever processed?" she asked.

Oh God. I'm going to cry. I just looked at the ground and nodded.

"How old were you?" she asked.

"Five."

"How do you get over it?"

I sighed then said, "I had a mom who told me everyday that I was a person and my name was Anakin. And, I had a mentor after I was freed, who told me everyday that slavery was wrong, and he helped me learn to treat my body with respect. Then I have a wife who loves me when I feel like shit. Together, they all help me learn how to cope."

"I dont have anyone," she said.

I looked at her. "You do now."