This chapter is told from a different narrator, not Atara Jansen.

Atara had a dream that night… a strange dream. Little did she know, she'd had this one before… in a more "realistic state" however.

It was five years before, when Atara was 13. She was sprinting fiercely through the streets on Coruscant. She wasn't alone though. A boy around her age was running with her. Some one was chasing her… actually a Rodian, a Zabrak, and a Weequay were chasing her. They all wielded blasters and were shooting at them when they came in range. Every being, alien or human, was ducking out of the way as Atara and the boy weaved through them.

When Atara was a good length away from them, she turned around and began to fire at her chasers while cautiously running backwards.

"Keep running", Atara yelled at the boy. The boy looked at her for a moment before running again. He'd only reached a short distance before Atara shot the Rodian and turned back around to start running again. The Zabrak and the Weequay stopped firing to examine their dead comrade. By the time they looked up again, Atara and the boy were already gone.

"Come on! I know the perfect place to hide out until those thugs leave." The boy pulled Atara through the crowd of people in to an alley…

Atara woke up with a jolt of fear. She was hot and shaking in her bed and her evening clothes were saturated with sweat while her heart beat faster then she ever thought it could. She pulled the covers off and began to walk to the bathroom. The light switch automatically turned on as she walked in. She turned to face the mirror and saw that her face was flushed. What was that dream about? she thought. It was so familiar. She put her hand under the faucet which, immediately, spurt out water. She cupped her hands to fill them up with water, and then threw it on her face which she then repeated.

As she dabbed her face with a towel, she felt that familiar presence she had felt earlier that day, however it was further away.

"And what could he possibly be doing at this hour?" Quietly she walked out of the bathroom, grabbed her satin robe, and walked out of their quarters, trying not to disturb Jaina.

As she walked down the hall, she tried to walk as light as she could. She looked from side to side, cautiously, watching for any one else that could be awake. When she was half-way down the hall, she saw a dim light coming from the main hall. She continued to walk forward when she saw who was behind that small light: Landen. He was reading a datapad when he looked up at her, and grinned.

"Why are you up so late? It's the middle of the night", Atara asked in a softened tone. She sat down on the couch next to where Landen was sitting. He looked down and chuckled to himself before he answered her. "I should be asking you the same thing." He looked at her, and then back at the datapad.

"I…uh…I couldn't sleep", stuttered Atara. Landen shut the datapad off and looked at her…oddly.

"You're lying."

"I am not!"

"You had a bad dream." Atara looked at him with a face that said 'How dare you'. "Oh, so you've decided to read my thoughts now? A little intrusive, I must say."

"What was it about?"

"Nothing."

"You sure?"

"Yes!" Atara was becoming irritated.

"Who was the boy?" Atara's jaw dropped. Why is he doing this? How…

"Don't look so stunned. All Jedi can read minds. The weak ones, that is." Atara's face turned from a stunned look to and insulted one. Landen began to laugh hysterically.

"Ugh! Men", Atara said as she threw the datapad in his face and stormed off. Landen jumped off the couch and began to chase after her. It had only been a few seconds, but she'd gotten to a pretty considerable distance.

"Look, look, look. I'm sorry. I was only kidding around. It was a joke!" Landen had ran right in front of her to stop her from walking away.

"Oh really? Well, I'm sorry. I must have forgotten to laugh!" She tried to walk away again, but Landen grabbed her arm. She looked at him almost angrily but softened when she saw how gentle his face looked. He gazed directly in to her eyes.

Uh-oh. She thought.

He released his grip on her arm. He then used the same hand to push her dirty-blonde hair out of her face and behind her ear. She shivered at the touch of his hand.

"Atara…I…"

"THERE you are! I was looking all over for you! It freaked me out when I didn't see you in your bed. Why are you even up, Atara?" Jaina looked almost frazzled. Atara looked at Jaina, then back at Landen.

"Um, I couldn't sleep. But I'm a little more tired now. I'll be right there."

"Okay, but hurry up though. It's kind of lonely in that room." Jaina slowly turned around and headed back to the room, her long robe trailing after her.

Atara looked at Landen again. He was looking down, as if almost embarrassed. "Goodnight Landen." Atara began to walk away.

"Goodnight…Pooja." Atara stopped dead in her tracks and turned around. Her face turned a ghostly pale.

"What did you call me?" Atara began to tremble, somewhat. Landen grinned again, and walked away. Atara stood frozen for a few moments as she watched Landen walk away. After he was out of sight, she began to run back to her room.

No one's called me that name in a long time! How does he know it?