A man walked along the streets of Cloud City. He did not look quite like any of his surrounding civilians, with robes hanging around him loosely and sharp, grey hair adorning his head. But the oddest thing about him was the lightsaber hanging from his belt.
He paused in front of large building. It was a medbay, he knew - where else would carry such large amounts of both hope and pain - but there was something very off about this medbay.
There was a very large ray of the force radiating from this building. He sensed it was coming from a room near the top. There were two large sources of joy, and a less prominent source of confusion. An infant. One thing the jedi couldn't make sense of, however, was the fact the force seemed to be mostly radiating from the child. Force presences grow in prominence with age, so the jedi assumed she had to be force sensitive.
In one universe, he brushed this off. The child in question grew up, got married, had kids, and eventually died of old age at ninety-two.
In another universe, however, he didn't...
