"We should go back for the others."
"Bad idea."
She raised her eyebrows.
"How many do you think will fit on this speeder?" I asked.
"Not many," she conceded. "But we can probably squeeze in at least a few more."
"Consider: Anchorhead is about an hour away. If we..."
"Are you certain?"
"Yes," I said. "It's a day's walk to the north-north-west, but by speeder we should be there in under an hour. I kept track of the distance when they marched me here."
"With some luck," I went on, "we can get there, organize a rescue, and come back before anyone notices something's amiss. But if the sand people happen to contact the droid wirelessly, they'll figure out something is wrong."
"Wait...Can the droid contact the sand people?"
"Probably not. He's under a lot of quicksand. But if they send him a message, they'll get no response. Who knows if they'll find this suspicious?"
She said nothing.
"Time's running out," I said. "How long will it take to round up more people? If the sand people catch on, we have no weapons to fight them."
"A true Jedi would rescue everyone," she said after a pause.
"Can you use the force with those shackles on?"
"Of course not."
"Then you're not even half a Jedi right now."
She hesitated.
"Look," I said, "those stories of selfless Jedi heroics? They're just that. Stories. The real world doesn't work like that. In the real world, you try to rescue everyone, you just get captured again."
She sighed. "All right, then. North-north west, you said?"