Zeb had wanted none of Ezra's ranting, preferring the hold's common room to the fitful teen's outcries. He slept now, deep sleep had proven stronger than mere dozing.

Kanan never let him down and the Jedi had so much to wade through, it was a wonder he made time for Ezra a priority. But he did, time and time again. They had had many talks since the incident on Lothal. The Force had provided closure, of a sort. But, his feelings were far from settled and they'd become intensified. So much still remained so open-ended. How had his parents died? Though he wanted to know, he feared knowing. And the dreams of his parents imprisoned in an Imperial cell bombarded him. Fragmented images made him toss and turn. And Kanan would tirelessly caution him not to rely too heavily on conceptions presented to him by the Force.

In his bunk, the young Padawan tossed and turned, struggling with muted impressions shaded by mystery. The enigmatic bearded man, again, wielding a lightsaber barred his way. From some faraway corner, what sounded like a woman crying reached his ears. Then that same sound became a voice, a voice very much like Sabine's, telling him that the Imperial fleet was closing in. Cries of 'no surrender' blanketed the air as droids became snow white Imperial troops. Engulfed in the heart of his mind, the beset teen thrashed and cried out, "They'll never take us alive!"

He saw his parents and they came to stand at his side. His father appeared younger, but his mother, much older. In unison, their voices mingle with those of his new family. Hera, Kanan, Zeb, even Chopper crowd around him. Where was Sabine?

Ezra wrinkled his brow, still deep in sleep as the only thing he thought to do was find her before she too suffered the same fate as his parents.

"Sabine, Sabine," he wailed, fearing the worst. She's gone, never coming back because she'd been captured by Imperials and they'll do the same to her as they'd done to his folks. Kill her! Still fast asleep, he leaped to his feet, ready to take on the dark hordes all by himself. He has taken down Kallus and his combative escorts before. How good it had felt when he had Force propelled the sneaky blond man into the wall. Beating back Imperials never got old. Why should it in a dream?

Sabine was still missing, and Ezra tore through the deserted streets of Lothal bent on finding out where they were holding her, before the enemy took her off world. Out of the wispy mist of his foggy brain, Inquisitors, the Fifth Brother and Seventh Sister swarmed in, intent on rushing him into a losing battle. They jeered him, taunted his abilities, but Ezra refused to listen.

"Come on then, my brave, young boy," the Seventh Sister repeated. "Come and prove it."

Descending to their level was beneath him. Igniting his lightsaber, Ezra, undaunted, charged at the deadly pair. They were holding Sabine; to get to her, he must get through them. So he went at them, holding nothing back, the lessons Kanan has tried to teach him at the back of his mind. But, just as before, Kanan was there, doing what he'd done when this hadn't been a dream. He blasted the controls of the blaster doors so they would bang into place, shut, cutting opponents off from defenders. Even in his dreams, the Dark side would entice, when his passions fueled his impulsive actions. And as the gist of what he felt ebbs, he heard his Master say, "I know what it's like to lose someone close and not have anyone." His voice caught in his throat, his emotions running high. "When I lost my Master, I was alone. Regardless of how this turns out, I don't want you to be. You won't be alone as long as you have us."

But they weren't all there-Sabine wasn't with them. Where was she? Was she...she...dead?

He surveyed the rooftops of a blighted Capital City where he had learned to survive alone once. On his way to what was his parents' dwelling, he has a bad feeling. The home was burned to the ground and his despair surmounted. His father, mother, and now Sabine-dead! All was too much for him and his sorrow might have finished him, if it were not for Kanan telling him to listen to the Force.

Again, the white Loth-cat appeared and they followed, keeping up with the darting creature as only Jedi could. Mountains loomed large before Ezra's wide eyes and Prisoner X's sniper fire whizzed past them. "I'm the son of Mira and Ephraim Bridger," Ezra rang out and the former Governor of Lothal ceased firing. No sooner are they seated inside Ryder Azadi's makeshift hut, Ezra barraged him with questions about his parents and the Manda woman he loves.

"They are dead," Azadi's confirmed here too, his voice breaking the tomb-like silence.

"What about Sabine?" Ezra shrieked.

"Who?" the ex-Governor hooted, at a loss as to who, or what, a Sabine is.

"Sabine Wren," he brayed louder, with Kanan's hand coming to rest on his apprentice's shoulder.

"Ezra-wake up!" his teacher insisted.

"I, I am awake," the feisty young Jedi objected, converting his bunk into a wild ride. "Where is Sabine!" Ezra bellowed, looking like something left for dead on Lothal.

"Ezra-" The sharp voice was incisive, authoritative, nothing unusual about that. A relief for him to hear.

"Sabine! Y-you're n-not dead!" Sitting bolt upright in his bunk, Ezra stared at her with crazy eyes, their aspect lessening in intensity. "The Imperials didn't ge you!"

"Nope, and if we have our way, and survive, they never will," she bit off. When Sabine hopped up into his bunk to ease her arm around her unsettled, no longer secret admirer, Kanan patted the kid's leg.

"Sounds to me like these dreams of yours are taking over your life. We can't have that."

"I was dreaming?" Ezra wanted to believe Kanan, but he held belief back. How could something so real not be? Sabine holding him tight was real though; so was the concern in her unwavering eyes.

"Yeah, you were. We're going to have to do something about it." Running a hand through his hair, Kanan trained his eyes on his student. "As I said, the Force isn't a person. It's called the Force for a reason, which isn't always an accurate description of what it is."

Pointblank, Ezra fired off, "Then what is it then, really?" Anticipating a solid answer, Ezra held his breath.

With a shrug and a sigh, his Master half-heartedly enlightened, "It is, what it is...The Force." And with that bit of pop wisdom, Kanan sauntered off, expecting Ezra to draw his own conclusions for the time being.

Sabine, not doing so out of spite, or imagining herself as a wiseacre, snickered. "Get some sleep."

"Easier said than done." Thoughtful, he shyly asked, "Could you stay?"

She didn't move a muscle. "What bedtime story this time?"

Lying back down, he requested, "Chopper and the Hoth-cats..."