Part Seven
Enroute to Coruscant
Helaine Trillium looked down at the letter Taren had asked her to write, completely unsatisfied with it. She had pondered it for a couple of days, spending much more time with Taren than she should, and spending even more time justifying her guilt. Sighing, she rested her cheek in her hand. What was she supposed to say to people she had never met? Or, rather, couldn't remember.
She picked it up to read through it.
*Dear Family:
I get so few occasions to write you, I don't know what to say. I am doing well. I built my own lightsaber a month ago. It ended up being a bigger challenge than I thought it would be. Master Caine thinks it came out beautifully, though, so I must have built it right. Anyway, I guess I better explain the purpose behind this letter and the medallion I sent you. Every year we do a Competition Week for lightsaber combat. There's Master verses Master, Knight verses Knight, Padawan verses Padawan, and Master\Padawan verses Master\Padawan. Even the Corellian Jedi come out for it. One in particular, Valin Halcyon, is the reason I won the Padawan vs. Padawan for my age group in lightsaber combat.
I met him in a gym one night while trying to prepare for my first duel with Padawan Shearn, who has a fighting technique much different from my own. She excels at hand-to-hand combat, and integrates it into lightsaber combat whenever she can. I have never been the best at hand-to- hand combat, so I was training harder than usual. Valin watched me for a few minutes, then offered to give me some pointers since we would not be competing against each other, and on the condition that I would teach him some of my fancy hand movements.
So we worked with each other late into that night, and the following nights leading up to the competition. Due to Valin's instruction, I ended up winning the competition for my age category, and he barely lost to Anakin Skywalker in the final round of his. I have yet to see Anakin lose anything though. High Chancellor Palpatine was there. He never misses watching Anakin fight. I think it's kind of weird, but Master Kenobi doesn't seem to be concerned about it. Master Caine says I should mind my own business anyway.
It has been nice visiting with Taren. I wish I could see all of you.
I have to go, but I want you to know that I am always thinking about you, a day doesn't pass by when I don't.
Sincerely, Helaine Trillium*
Shaking her head, Helaine almost crumpled it in her hands. It [i]wasn't[/i] enough, but this was her third attempt. Before she could though, she sensed Valin enter the cockpit. "Did they say anything?"
Valin took the co-pilots seat beside her, exhausted from having interrogated the slavers. "Only that they would not be held long."
"Maybe you should have taken Lumpa with you to play good cop, bad cop," Helaine suggested.
"Yeah, but who'd get to play bad cop?" Valin asked, winking at her.
Helaine laughed. "You, obviously. Lumpa's cuddlier."
Valin grinned, before turning suddenly serious. "Lumpa's a great guard for the door, but I can't trust him in the room with them. His family was taken by slavers, he feels they deserve nothing better than death."
"Perhaps they don't," Helaine said softly.
"It is not our place to sentence, Lainey. I intend to deliver them to Coruscant as safely as possible, and let the authorities there deal with them."
Helaine sighed. "And if what you suspect about the government is true, they are likely to be released back into the public."
Valin was silent for a moment. "We'll just have to trust they would not be so stupid."
"Do you?" Helaine asked, studying his eyes.
"I have no choice," Valin answered thickly, looking away from her. Helaine touched his arm, knowing she'd hit a sore spot with him. He'd helped Corsec hunt down and catch criminals, and watched some of them walk free or with considerably less sentences than they deserved, and he could do nothing about it. He had to follow the law in order to enforce it. "What are you writing?" Valin asked finally, changing the subject.
Helaine squirmed slightly. "Taren asked me to send a letter home."
Valin raised his eyebrows, surprised. "What are you going to say?"
"I already wrote it," Helaine said, passing the letter to him. "It says nothing."
He read over it. "It's not that bad, Lainey."
Helaine shook her head. "Yes, it is, Valin. This is probably the only time I'll ever be able to say [i]anything[/i] to them, and all I can talk about is the competitions."
"Then rewrite it," Valin suggested simply.
"And say what?" Helaine asked, frustrated. She cocked her head. "What would you say?"
Valin cocked his head. "You wish me to write your parents?"
Helaine frowned at him. "You know what I mean. What would you say to yours?"
"Well our situations are very different, Lainey. I have ample opportunity to speak with my parents, this is your only chance." Valin leaned forward. "I'd suggest you say everything forbidden you."
"Maybe," Helaine said, slowly crumbling the letter. She shook her head violently. "No, I can't."
Valin smiled slightly. "Your Master is going to kill me for corrupting you."
Helaine raised her chin. "I am incorruptible."
"Are you?" Valin asked, relaxing against his chair. "Suppose it is the Republic Jedi who must learn the Corellian ways?"
"It would certainly take less time for the ten thousand of us to change ours, than for the hundred of you to change yours," Helaine said, matching his tone. "Either way, I fear Anakin will have to outlive us all, I cannot see us unifying in my life time."
Valin frowned. "I've always seen you as an optimist, Lainey."
"Realist," Helaine corrected heavily. "Master Yoda says the future is clouded in darkness, it is growing too thick for him to see through. Soon he will see nothing, and the Sith will strike then."
"Master Yoda told you this?" Valin asked softly.
Helaine straightened her shoulders. "I am not a child, Valin." She took a deep breath. "None of us can afford to be."
"I doubt that you ever were, Lainey," Valin said, then squeezed her arm. "The future is one of the few things that you do not to have to see in order to change. You need only the will, and hope."
She nodded, trying to shake the bad feeling that had overcome her. "I suppose," Helaine said, then failed at an attempted smile. "Least we'll know which of us is right sooner or later."
Valin got to his feet. "You'd better hope it's us Corellians, Lainey."
"Why?" Helaine asked, surprised.
"Because you really liked that kiss!" Valin said, winking suggestively at her.
Helaine stiffened, turning bright red. "Valin!" She exclaimed, grabbing her letter and throwing it at him, but he'd already ducked out of the cockpit. Helaine slowly dropped her head against the console, laughter shaking her shoulders. Her somber mood gone for the moment, Helaine picked up another sheet of flimsy. Everything that was forbidden...
***
The past few days on the ship had dragged by, in which Taren had spent most of his time in the med bay. Hal, or, rather, Valin, had insisted on consistent saline lubrication so that his arm would not become infected and require amputation. In one of his rare free moments, he wandered the ship while the rest of the crew slept. He entered the cockpit, taking the pilots chair and watching the starlines fly by. Taren hadn't traveled in space much, and was beginning to find he didn't like it. He preferred open waters to open space.
Lainey kept her distance from him, seeming to come near him only when she thought he was sleeping. Taren supposed he understood, any contact with him was forbidden her, but their current situation could hardly be helped. He turned in his chair, noticing some flimsies tossed in a wastebasket. Another one lay on the floor near the door, so he stood and picked it up. Noticing writing on it, Taren gently pulled it out of the wad and started to read.
It was a letter to his family from Lainey, and apparently it was one she had discarded. The letter was hardly personal, but he did not expect much more from her, the Jedi forced strict rules on her. He pocketed it anyway, wishing to take as much as he could of her.
The door to the cockpit slid open, and Lainey walked in, stopping when she saw Taren. "Hi."
"Hey," Taren said, slowly moving his hand from his pocket. Lainey bit her lip, staring at him for a moment. Ever since they had learned of their relation, they had been awkward around each other.
Lainey hesitantly stepped forward. "We should reach Coruscant tomorrow afternoon."
Taren nodded. "I know."
"I, we...," Lainey began, then took a deep breath. "We won't be allowed contact any more."
"I know," Taren said, meeting her eyes. "But I can not say I understand."
Lainey tensed. "Attachments are forbidden a Jedi." She looked away. "We should never have met."
Taren was silent for a moment. "Then why would your Force allow it?"
"It would not intervene," Lainey answered softly. "The Force guides and directs, it does not control."
"So you believe it was coincidence?" Taren asked, cocking his head.
"There is no such thing," Lainey answered automatically.
Taren sat down on the pilot's chair again. "So you believe in fate?"
Lainey shook her head. "I believe in choice."
"But you don't believe in coincidence?" Taren asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I think that everything happens for a reason, whether we were destined for it or not. The Force can reveal the future, but it is only a possibility."
Taren blinked. "Then what is the point?"
Lainey was long in answering. "So that you may change it if it is bad, or take steps toward achieving it if it is good."
"How do you know if changing it won't make it worse?" Taren asked curiously, taking the pilot's chair.
"If it only benefits you," Lainey answered softly. "It would make things worse."
Taren nodded. It made sense, he guessed, but they certainly weren't able to prevent every bad thing from happening. He drummed his fingers. What he [i]really[/i] wanted to know was why the Force seemed fine with how the Corellian Jedi worked as well as the Republic. Both orders claimed to follow the same Force, so how could they not be the same?
Not feeling the need to argue with her further, Taren changed the subject. "So, what do you do as a Jedi?"
"Mainly diplomatic work," Lainey said, taking the observers chair. "Or escort missions." She leaned forward slightly. "What do you do?"
"I work in shipping, " Taren said, then smiled. "With Kaely."
` "Kaely?" Lainey asked, lifting an eyebrow.
Taren flushed slightly. "My girlfriend." He settled back. "I've been considering asking her to marry me."
Lainey blinked. "I thought you were around seventeen?"
"A little old, sure. But I just wanted to make sure I found the right one first, you know?" Taren asked.
"I guess," Lainey shrugged her shoulders. "On Coruscant most people don't get married until their twenties or thirties. If then."
"The Naboo are considered an adult at the age of twelve. Single men my age are considered to be menaces to society," Taren said, winking at her. "Mom didn't start in on me until I was fifteen though."
Lainey shook her head. "I can't imagine...I won't even be a Knight until I am at least twenty three."
Taren smiled slightly. "For all of Coruscant's technology, they're certainly backwards on some things."
"For some things, yes." Lainey agreed.
Silence followed, and Taren shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Lainey glanced around the room, probably feeling more awkward than him. He sighed, leaning forward and resting his chin on his hand. "So we reach Coruscant tomorrow?"
Lainey nodded. "Yes." She glanced at her wrist chrono. "We'd best go to bed now."
"Yeah," Taren said, remaining in his seat. Lainey stayed sitting as well, stifling a yawn. He rubbed at his eyes, but was loathe to get up and leave. This was, after all, likely to be his last night with his sister. He wished he knew what to say. What he could say. Lainey relaxed back in her seat.
"Or not," Lainey said, smiling slightly. She yawned again. "I've heard that Naboo is very beautiful."
"Very," Taren agreed. "Far more so than your Coruscant, though I may be slightly biased."
Lainey cocked an eyebrow. "Slightly?"
Taren smiled, unabashed. "Alright, extremely."
"Coruscant has no natural beauty," Lainey said, stretching her arms. "But I could call no other place home."
"Is there nothing you would change about it?" Taren asked curiously.
"Well, maybe one." Lainey replied, her eyes losing focus for a moment. "You cannot see any stars there." She glanced out the viewport. "My Master and I make a point of star gazing whenever we go offworld. I could stare at them for hours without getting bored." Lainey fought another yawn. "Through the Force, a Jedi can send their awareness up to the stars, and through its guidance find systems that are in trouble, or will be. On Coruscant, we have to use holograms."
Taren nodded, pretending to fully understand. "Does it tell you were to look?"
"In words?" Lainey asked.
"Yeah."
Lainey shook her head. "It speaks through you, not to you."
Taren frowned. "How?"
"Planting thoughts in your mind, giving you bad feelings..." Lainey said, just as goosebumps started running up Taren's neck. He rubbed it and she added, "Maybe raising chills up your spine."
He squirmed slightly as the skin on his arms and neck started to tingle. "Wouldn't that just be intuition?"
Lainey cocked her head. "What do you think empowers it?"
"Interesting," Taren managed, looking over his shoulder. It was fine for the Jedi to have contact with the Force, but he wasn't sure what he thought of it influencing [i]his[/i] life. He rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand, noting that he and Lainey were much better at making each other uncomfortable than anything else.
She stretched her arms above her head as more silence followed. "How about now?" Lainey asked around a yawn. "Valin'll wake us up at eight hundred hours no matter what time we go to bed." She frowned. "Or him, for that matter."
Taren rose to his feet. "Then I guess this is goodnight."
"Yes," Lainey said, getting up as well. She bit her lip. "I guess it is."
"Yeah," Taren shifted his weight. His chest tightened as he looked at her, feeling as they were saying goodbye. He took a step forward to embrace her, but caught himself and just nodded. "Goodnight."
Lainey hesitated, then nodded in return. "Goodnight."
Helaine Trillium looked down at the letter Taren had asked her to write, completely unsatisfied with it. She had pondered it for a couple of days, spending much more time with Taren than she should, and spending even more time justifying her guilt. Sighing, she rested her cheek in her hand. What was she supposed to say to people she had never met? Or, rather, couldn't remember.
She picked it up to read through it.
*Dear Family:
I get so few occasions to write you, I don't know what to say. I am doing well. I built my own lightsaber a month ago. It ended up being a bigger challenge than I thought it would be. Master Caine thinks it came out beautifully, though, so I must have built it right. Anyway, I guess I better explain the purpose behind this letter and the medallion I sent you. Every year we do a Competition Week for lightsaber combat. There's Master verses Master, Knight verses Knight, Padawan verses Padawan, and Master\Padawan verses Master\Padawan. Even the Corellian Jedi come out for it. One in particular, Valin Halcyon, is the reason I won the Padawan vs. Padawan for my age group in lightsaber combat.
I met him in a gym one night while trying to prepare for my first duel with Padawan Shearn, who has a fighting technique much different from my own. She excels at hand-to-hand combat, and integrates it into lightsaber combat whenever she can. I have never been the best at hand-to- hand combat, so I was training harder than usual. Valin watched me for a few minutes, then offered to give me some pointers since we would not be competing against each other, and on the condition that I would teach him some of my fancy hand movements.
So we worked with each other late into that night, and the following nights leading up to the competition. Due to Valin's instruction, I ended up winning the competition for my age category, and he barely lost to Anakin Skywalker in the final round of his. I have yet to see Anakin lose anything though. High Chancellor Palpatine was there. He never misses watching Anakin fight. I think it's kind of weird, but Master Kenobi doesn't seem to be concerned about it. Master Caine says I should mind my own business anyway.
It has been nice visiting with Taren. I wish I could see all of you.
I have to go, but I want you to know that I am always thinking about you, a day doesn't pass by when I don't.
Sincerely, Helaine Trillium*
Shaking her head, Helaine almost crumpled it in her hands. It [i]wasn't[/i] enough, but this was her third attempt. Before she could though, she sensed Valin enter the cockpit. "Did they say anything?"
Valin took the co-pilots seat beside her, exhausted from having interrogated the slavers. "Only that they would not be held long."
"Maybe you should have taken Lumpa with you to play good cop, bad cop," Helaine suggested.
"Yeah, but who'd get to play bad cop?" Valin asked, winking at her.
Helaine laughed. "You, obviously. Lumpa's cuddlier."
Valin grinned, before turning suddenly serious. "Lumpa's a great guard for the door, but I can't trust him in the room with them. His family was taken by slavers, he feels they deserve nothing better than death."
"Perhaps they don't," Helaine said softly.
"It is not our place to sentence, Lainey. I intend to deliver them to Coruscant as safely as possible, and let the authorities there deal with them."
Helaine sighed. "And if what you suspect about the government is true, they are likely to be released back into the public."
Valin was silent for a moment. "We'll just have to trust they would not be so stupid."
"Do you?" Helaine asked, studying his eyes.
"I have no choice," Valin answered thickly, looking away from her. Helaine touched his arm, knowing she'd hit a sore spot with him. He'd helped Corsec hunt down and catch criminals, and watched some of them walk free or with considerably less sentences than they deserved, and he could do nothing about it. He had to follow the law in order to enforce it. "What are you writing?" Valin asked finally, changing the subject.
Helaine squirmed slightly. "Taren asked me to send a letter home."
Valin raised his eyebrows, surprised. "What are you going to say?"
"I already wrote it," Helaine said, passing the letter to him. "It says nothing."
He read over it. "It's not that bad, Lainey."
Helaine shook her head. "Yes, it is, Valin. This is probably the only time I'll ever be able to say [i]anything[/i] to them, and all I can talk about is the competitions."
"Then rewrite it," Valin suggested simply.
"And say what?" Helaine asked, frustrated. She cocked her head. "What would you say?"
Valin cocked his head. "You wish me to write your parents?"
Helaine frowned at him. "You know what I mean. What would you say to yours?"
"Well our situations are very different, Lainey. I have ample opportunity to speak with my parents, this is your only chance." Valin leaned forward. "I'd suggest you say everything forbidden you."
"Maybe," Helaine said, slowly crumbling the letter. She shook her head violently. "No, I can't."
Valin smiled slightly. "Your Master is going to kill me for corrupting you."
Helaine raised her chin. "I am incorruptible."
"Are you?" Valin asked, relaxing against his chair. "Suppose it is the Republic Jedi who must learn the Corellian ways?"
"It would certainly take less time for the ten thousand of us to change ours, than for the hundred of you to change yours," Helaine said, matching his tone. "Either way, I fear Anakin will have to outlive us all, I cannot see us unifying in my life time."
Valin frowned. "I've always seen you as an optimist, Lainey."
"Realist," Helaine corrected heavily. "Master Yoda says the future is clouded in darkness, it is growing too thick for him to see through. Soon he will see nothing, and the Sith will strike then."
"Master Yoda told you this?" Valin asked softly.
Helaine straightened her shoulders. "I am not a child, Valin." She took a deep breath. "None of us can afford to be."
"I doubt that you ever were, Lainey," Valin said, then squeezed her arm. "The future is one of the few things that you do not to have to see in order to change. You need only the will, and hope."
She nodded, trying to shake the bad feeling that had overcome her. "I suppose," Helaine said, then failed at an attempted smile. "Least we'll know which of us is right sooner or later."
Valin got to his feet. "You'd better hope it's us Corellians, Lainey."
"Why?" Helaine asked, surprised.
"Because you really liked that kiss!" Valin said, winking suggestively at her.
Helaine stiffened, turning bright red. "Valin!" She exclaimed, grabbing her letter and throwing it at him, but he'd already ducked out of the cockpit. Helaine slowly dropped her head against the console, laughter shaking her shoulders. Her somber mood gone for the moment, Helaine picked up another sheet of flimsy. Everything that was forbidden...
***
The past few days on the ship had dragged by, in which Taren had spent most of his time in the med bay. Hal, or, rather, Valin, had insisted on consistent saline lubrication so that his arm would not become infected and require amputation. In one of his rare free moments, he wandered the ship while the rest of the crew slept. He entered the cockpit, taking the pilots chair and watching the starlines fly by. Taren hadn't traveled in space much, and was beginning to find he didn't like it. He preferred open waters to open space.
Lainey kept her distance from him, seeming to come near him only when she thought he was sleeping. Taren supposed he understood, any contact with him was forbidden her, but their current situation could hardly be helped. He turned in his chair, noticing some flimsies tossed in a wastebasket. Another one lay on the floor near the door, so he stood and picked it up. Noticing writing on it, Taren gently pulled it out of the wad and started to read.
It was a letter to his family from Lainey, and apparently it was one she had discarded. The letter was hardly personal, but he did not expect much more from her, the Jedi forced strict rules on her. He pocketed it anyway, wishing to take as much as he could of her.
The door to the cockpit slid open, and Lainey walked in, stopping when she saw Taren. "Hi."
"Hey," Taren said, slowly moving his hand from his pocket. Lainey bit her lip, staring at him for a moment. Ever since they had learned of their relation, they had been awkward around each other.
Lainey hesitantly stepped forward. "We should reach Coruscant tomorrow afternoon."
Taren nodded. "I know."
"I, we...," Lainey began, then took a deep breath. "We won't be allowed contact any more."
"I know," Taren said, meeting her eyes. "But I can not say I understand."
Lainey tensed. "Attachments are forbidden a Jedi." She looked away. "We should never have met."
Taren was silent for a moment. "Then why would your Force allow it?"
"It would not intervene," Lainey answered softly. "The Force guides and directs, it does not control."
"So you believe it was coincidence?" Taren asked, cocking his head.
"There is no such thing," Lainey answered automatically.
Taren sat down on the pilot's chair again. "So you believe in fate?"
Lainey shook her head. "I believe in choice."
"But you don't believe in coincidence?" Taren asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I think that everything happens for a reason, whether we were destined for it or not. The Force can reveal the future, but it is only a possibility."
Taren blinked. "Then what is the point?"
Lainey was long in answering. "So that you may change it if it is bad, or take steps toward achieving it if it is good."
"How do you know if changing it won't make it worse?" Taren asked curiously, taking the pilot's chair.
"If it only benefits you," Lainey answered softly. "It would make things worse."
Taren nodded. It made sense, he guessed, but they certainly weren't able to prevent every bad thing from happening. He drummed his fingers. What he [i]really[/i] wanted to know was why the Force seemed fine with how the Corellian Jedi worked as well as the Republic. Both orders claimed to follow the same Force, so how could they not be the same?
Not feeling the need to argue with her further, Taren changed the subject. "So, what do you do as a Jedi?"
"Mainly diplomatic work," Lainey said, taking the observers chair. "Or escort missions." She leaned forward slightly. "What do you do?"
"I work in shipping, " Taren said, then smiled. "With Kaely."
` "Kaely?" Lainey asked, lifting an eyebrow.
Taren flushed slightly. "My girlfriend." He settled back. "I've been considering asking her to marry me."
Lainey blinked. "I thought you were around seventeen?"
"A little old, sure. But I just wanted to make sure I found the right one first, you know?" Taren asked.
"I guess," Lainey shrugged her shoulders. "On Coruscant most people don't get married until their twenties or thirties. If then."
"The Naboo are considered an adult at the age of twelve. Single men my age are considered to be menaces to society," Taren said, winking at her. "Mom didn't start in on me until I was fifteen though."
Lainey shook her head. "I can't imagine...I won't even be a Knight until I am at least twenty three."
Taren smiled slightly. "For all of Coruscant's technology, they're certainly backwards on some things."
"For some things, yes." Lainey agreed.
Silence followed, and Taren shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Lainey glanced around the room, probably feeling more awkward than him. He sighed, leaning forward and resting his chin on his hand. "So we reach Coruscant tomorrow?"
Lainey nodded. "Yes." She glanced at her wrist chrono. "We'd best go to bed now."
"Yeah," Taren said, remaining in his seat. Lainey stayed sitting as well, stifling a yawn. He rubbed at his eyes, but was loathe to get up and leave. This was, after all, likely to be his last night with his sister. He wished he knew what to say. What he could say. Lainey relaxed back in her seat.
"Or not," Lainey said, smiling slightly. She yawned again. "I've heard that Naboo is very beautiful."
"Very," Taren agreed. "Far more so than your Coruscant, though I may be slightly biased."
Lainey cocked an eyebrow. "Slightly?"
Taren smiled, unabashed. "Alright, extremely."
"Coruscant has no natural beauty," Lainey said, stretching her arms. "But I could call no other place home."
"Is there nothing you would change about it?" Taren asked curiously.
"Well, maybe one." Lainey replied, her eyes losing focus for a moment. "You cannot see any stars there." She glanced out the viewport. "My Master and I make a point of star gazing whenever we go offworld. I could stare at them for hours without getting bored." Lainey fought another yawn. "Through the Force, a Jedi can send their awareness up to the stars, and through its guidance find systems that are in trouble, or will be. On Coruscant, we have to use holograms."
Taren nodded, pretending to fully understand. "Does it tell you were to look?"
"In words?" Lainey asked.
"Yeah."
Lainey shook her head. "It speaks through you, not to you."
Taren frowned. "How?"
"Planting thoughts in your mind, giving you bad feelings..." Lainey said, just as goosebumps started running up Taren's neck. He rubbed it and she added, "Maybe raising chills up your spine."
He squirmed slightly as the skin on his arms and neck started to tingle. "Wouldn't that just be intuition?"
Lainey cocked her head. "What do you think empowers it?"
"Interesting," Taren managed, looking over his shoulder. It was fine for the Jedi to have contact with the Force, but he wasn't sure what he thought of it influencing [i]his[/i] life. He rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand, noting that he and Lainey were much better at making each other uncomfortable than anything else.
She stretched her arms above her head as more silence followed. "How about now?" Lainey asked around a yawn. "Valin'll wake us up at eight hundred hours no matter what time we go to bed." She frowned. "Or him, for that matter."
Taren rose to his feet. "Then I guess this is goodnight."
"Yes," Lainey said, getting up as well. She bit her lip. "I guess it is."
"Yeah," Taren shifted his weight. His chest tightened as he looked at her, feeling as they were saying goodbye. He took a step forward to embrace her, but caught himself and just nodded. "Goodnight."
Lainey hesitated, then nodded in return. "Goodnight."
