Thank you for your time, Anakin," Shaak Ti said softly after questioning him. Anakin nodded.
"Helpful this new information will be," Yoda added, nodding thoughtfully.
"We will need to soon confront General Grevious again, but we must be cautious, and we must be prepared," Kit-Adi-Mundi said, looking at the nodding Jedi around him.
"We will be in contact when we have formulated a plan," Mace Windu said, dismissing Anakin and Obi Wan.
Padmé layed in her chambers, staring at the ceiling. She was mad. Not mad at Anakin, no. Mad at the Jedi Council for taking him away. She sighed. Their wasn't anything she could do now.
Suddenly, she heard a commotion outside. She ran to the window overlooking the front. What she saw shocked her. The troopers that were guarding the retreat were all being attacked by what looked like improved battle droids, to Padmé. Then she saw him. General Grevious in all his glory, ran into the retreat and up the stairs to Padmé's chambers.
Padmé tried to lock the door, but it was no use. He blasted through it, walking inside.
"What do you want with me?" Padmé demanded, trying to hide the fear in her voice.
"It's not what I want with you, my dear. It's your husband."
