Jalia quietly closed the door to Han's room after she had gotten him to sleep. She stopped and listened for sounds of Terrik's breathing anywhere in the house. She heard none. She wearily walked to the kitchen to make herself a late night snack. After pouring herself a cup of sim tea, she sat down, alone with her thoughts.

Terrik had left immediately after they had reached their apartment, claiming that the call he received was an assignment. But Jalia saw the face of the person calling. It was not anyone that she had ever seen before. She took a gulp of the bitter drink and was relived to feel the warmth cascade down her throat.

An announcer chime that Terrik had installed rang into the kitchen and the computer spoke.

"Madam, a visitor is at the door."

Jalia closed her eyes tight. Maybe if I just wait long enough, they'll go away. She had no desire to speak to anyone at the present moment. Her head hurt too much.

"Tell them that I do not wish to be disturbed."

"He states that he must talk to you on a very important matter."

"He?"

"It is Master Obi-Wan madam."

Jalia groaned. Stupid computer! Why didn't you just tell me that in the first place?

"Let him in." she was still reluctant to talk, but if there was someone that she was going to talk to, Obi-Wan was the one.

She gave him a small smile as he walked in, looking tired, worn and extremely worried about something. He sat down on the chair across from her.

"Hello Jalia," he said warmly, forcing a smile to his lips.

"Sim tea Obi-Wan?"

"Oh no thank you," he said quickly, waving it away. "I actually stopped by to see if you were alright. Where's Terrik?"

Jalia frowned and she gripped her cup harder. He's gone to work. He says they just 'couldn't do without him tonight'." She felt the anger creeping into her voice and took another sip of tea. She studied his face as he heard the news. It was still rather downcast.

"Where is Han?"

"Asleep thank goodness. His fever has been so high since we got home that I thought it would never end. But it broke about 15 minutes ago." She hesitated. "But let's talk about you Obi-Wan." She saw his expression change just slightly into a small little quirk, but it was gone as soon as it had come.

"What about me?" he asked innocently. "I came here to help you."

"Just because I'm not a Jedi doesn't mean that I can't tell when one of my best friends is having a problem. Come on…spill."

He hesitated for a few seconds before answering. But it was obvious by his excited manner that he was aching to blurt it all out at once.

"Well, I met this girl." Jalia smiled.

"And?" She continued for him.

"Well, I just met her that's all. She's really beautiful and smart. But there's the fact that she hates my guts."

"Why?"

"That's the problem. I have no idea. I got the sense that she was a smuggler of some sort. Maybe even a bounty hunter. I can never tell the difference." He waved her question away and stood up, walking towards the window and looking out towards the rising sun. Jalia walked up beside him and looked also.

"You love her Obi-Wan?"

"How can you love someone you just met?"

"What's her name?"

"Sora Jade."

"The Sora Jade?"

"What do you mean?" He turned to face her and his face was full of concern.

"Oh nothing…" Jalia lied quickly.

Obi-Wan stared hard into her eyes until she broke. "It's just, my husband knew a Sora Jade once. She was a bounty hunter, and his quarry. She had run into trouble with a fellow called…Garris Shrike? I think that was the name. But Terrik was employed by Shrike at the moment and his assignment was to hunt her down and be rid of her. She was the only bounty that he was never able to accomplish." Jalia stopped for a moment; trying to recall all the facts that Terrik had given her.

"Not only did he never catch up to her, but she caught him in one of his own traps, shaming him from the life of a smuggler. That was one of the crucial reason's that he quit his old life. He couldn't stand the humiliation."

Obi-Wan laid a comforting hand on her shoulder, sending her all the reassurance that he could. A tear fell down her cheek as she thought about her husband.

"I…I need to go…" Obi-Wan said as he pulled away from her, heading for the door.

She reached out to grab him, "No Obi-Wan…I'm sorry. I need to stop throwing al my problems on you…"

Obi-Wan offered her a small smile but he once again moved out of her grasp. "It's alright. That's what friends are for. Besides, I'm sure your husband will be coming home soon. And he doesn't take much of a liking to me." He smiled to show he wasn't mad and walked out the door.