Master Yoda was the first to wake the next day. He woke well before the sun rose, as he did after nights like last night. He needed to be ready for whatever effects the actions taken the previous day might bring, so he sat up in his small bed and focused his mind of the Force as he always did. After the death of the Chancellor, he was needed to be mentally prepared.

He had barely sunk into mediation when he felt something different. Drastically different, as different as night was to day. Indeed, although the sun had not risen on Coruscant, Yoda felt as if he was seeing clearly for the first time in...he didn't even know. He didn't know how long it had been since the Force had been so at peace, so calm, so reassuring, so bright. He didn't even focus on the Light at first but simply rested in it, allowing himself to be surrounded and engulfed in a Light long lost, although to what Yoda did not know yet. It was a blessing that he felt he and the rest of the Jedi Order had been denied for not only months but years, decades, maybe.

With the Light of the new day brightening his mind, he then began to focus on it. What was the source of this? He centered in on where he felt the Light coming from, but it seemed to come from the Temple, just as it always did. There was no new source of the Light Side of the Force. So why did the galaxy seem so...full, so blissful?

If there was no addition of Light, then there must have been a removal of Darkness. It was true, Kenobi had said that Skywalker had killed the Inquisitor before he had returned to the Temple, but Yoda had felt her presence in the Chancellor's office and although she was Dark, he knew that her death was not the answer he was looking for. There was something else that had been removed overnight. Some Dark influence that was no longer there.

Yoda sank deeper into the Force. He delved his mind into the thickest and most powerful layers of the Force, and he dived into where he felt the most Darkness coming from. He entered into a brief vision, but a powerful one all the same.

He was standing in the office of the Chancellor, but not as he knew it. The entire room was covered in mold, Dark, filthy mold. Yoda was standing in the only spot that wasn't contaminated by the sickly poison.

Then he heard the faint hum of a lightsaber. It was not his own, so he turned to see where the source was. All he saw, though, was a red floating blade, with no handle and no wielder. It swung and sliced the Chancellor's chair in half, and the effect was immediate. The mold began to die and break apart, starting from the chair and spreading from it to the rest of the room. The chair had been the source. How?

The mold didn't just die in the office. Yoda left the room, and his mind's eye lifted so it could see the whole of Coruscant. All over the planet, the mold had spread, and all over the planet, it was dying, from the Senate Building out. He rose further, and he could see even other systems. There, too, the mold which once covered the planets was now withering and disappearing.

Yoda returned to Coruscant's surface and went to the Temple. As impossible as it seemed, the Darkness had spread here, too. Not only was the mold breaking apart the building from the inside out, but a Dark fog engulfed the Temple, shielding it from view.

No, Yoda realized. Shielding the mold from us, it was. Blinded us, it has.

But the fog was lifting now. The mold disappeared, and the Temple shone with a Light that had been hidden for years beyond memory. The Temple was still damaged, but it was not broken. It could heal with time, and with care.

One question remained, though. Why had the mold spread from the Chancellor's office? What was hiding there? Who was hiding there?

Yoda retreated from the vision and opened his eyes. A memory snaked around his mind. Two simple words, the last words the Sister had said before her dramatic exit:

"You're welcome."

You're welcome. You're welcome. You're welcome.

She had known. She had known what was being veiled from us. She knew.

A knock came suddenly at his door. Normally, Yoda didn't have visitors this early in the morning but with his new findings, it didn't surprise him. "Come in, you may," he bid the person behind the door, and it slid open.

It was the last person he expected to see: Shaak Ti.

"Master Ti!" he said with wide eyes, but he smiled. "A welcome surprise, this is."

Shaak smiled weakly and stepped inside. "I need to speak with you, Grandmaster."

Yoda froze momentarily. Shaak had just spoken a more complete sentence than she had for many weeks. Whatever had receded from the Chancellor's office must have also caused Shaak's mind to bend, and was now gone as well.

"Sit, old friend," he bade her, and she sat on a cushioned seat next to his bed frame. Yoda faced the Togruta. "Returned, your speech has."

Shaak nodded. "As has my memory. Master Yoda, I remember the Youngling's vision, and it's more important than we realize."

Yoda drummed his long green fingers on his knees. "Seen the mold as well, have you?"

Shaak stared at the Master, confounded. "You have seen it too? But I thought only the Younglings could see their visions clearly."

"Only just now, have I," Yoda confessed. "Clouded, the Younglings' visions have not been?"

"No, Master. They have seen it clearly." Shaak breathed deeply before continuing. "If you have seen the vision about the mold, then you know who has been causing the Darkness."

Yes, Yoda suspected it, but he was hoping that he was wrong. With her testimony, however, he was afraid that he had been right.

"The Chancellor. Consumed by the Dark Side, he was."

"Yes, Master, he-" Shaak stared at Yoda. "Was?"

Yoda looked out the window. "Walk with me, Master Ti."

Together, in silence, they walked down to the main foyer of the Jedi Temple. No sooner had they reached the bottom floor, than they saw two clones carrying a package to drop off there. Yoda approached them, and Shaak watched silently, slightly confused.

"Master Yoda," said one of the clones. "This was found by the troop that removed the Chancellor's body last night. They said you needed to see it."

"Thank you, I do," replied the Grandmaster.

"I heard you were there when it happened," said the other trooper. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry, you have no reason to be," he told them. "Grateful for the delivery, we are."

The clones nodded and left without another word. Shaak, on the other hand, was more baffled than ever.

"Master, I don't understand. They had to remove the Chancellor's body?"

Yoda set the package down on the Temple floor. "Last night, killed the Chancellor was, by the Inquisitor."

"The Inquisitor! And you saw her kill him?"

"Yes, but see these," he opened the package and revealed the Dark Lord's two lightsabers, "I did not."

He pulled them out, and Shaak looked on in equal parts wonder and fear. Yoda ignited them, and two scarlet blades protruded from the ends.

"The Younglings were right," she murmured. "The Chancellor was the Dark One all along."

"Truly wonderful, the mind of a child is," mused Yoda, and he deactivated the lightsabers. "Not what we thought her to be, the Inquisitor was. Perhaps, understood she did, what needed to be done."

"Was? She was killed as well?"

"By Skywalker, near the jail, yes."

The Chancellor, who was also the Dark Lord, and the Inquisitor, both killed in one night. Shaak couldn't even imagine what it must have been like for Skywalker and the other sane Jedi involved. She had been afraid enough and she hadn't even been in her right mind.

"Master," Shaak said finally, "The rest of the Jedi Council ought to see this and know, and then I must find the Younglings and speak with them. I need to make sure that their memory has returned, as mine has."

Yoda nodded. "Call the other Jedi Masters, I will. Discuss this at great length, we must."

"Will we not argue as we have for the past few weeks?"

Yoda said nothing at first but walked over to a window on the side of the Temple. If he looked to the right, he could see the sun rising off in the distance. He couldn't remember a time when it had looked so beautiful, so bright, so welcoming. He drew a deep breath, and the air was no longer heavy with tension and Darkness. It was Light and refreshing and pure, and Yoda smiled.

"No, I believe not."