Pain, fear, torture, fright, flight...Ezra was being barraged by these shades and derivations of feelings. They bended and curved, writhed and coiled within his body. Shuddering, he rolled off the bed, startling Sabine. When he cried out, she raced over to his side of the bed. She observed him closely, she feeling helpless. She knew the cause of his suffering.

She was suffering too. They all were, because of Hera. She'd been captured by Imperials, and they hadn't gone after her. They weren't going to, at least not just yet. Sabine studied Ezra before reaching out to settle a hand upon his trembling body. She knew by past experience that she shouldn't awaken him. He needed to come out of this state on his own. All she must do was to wait. Hope he'd come out of it soon. When he did, she'd be there, by his side, all too eager to comfort and assuage him.

"Hera!" he shouted through a moan, causing Sabine to wince.

She wondered if Kanan was going through the same thing. But, according to him, now wasn't the time to rescue their intrepid leader, his one and only love. The Loth-wolf would let him know when and how. Kanan followed his lead. The animal's eyes had glowed, Kanan had said, and when they had, the wolf had told him he'd show the worried Jedi the way.

Ezra kicked and slammed his balled up hands into the floor, behaving even more like a madman. Enough was enough, Sabine told herself. Throwing caution to the wind, she scooped up her bedeviled spouse into her arms, cradling him as if to infuse her stability into his agonized soul. "Ez, Ez, it's all right. It's all going to be all right." As she said this, she tried convincing herself of it too. "Wake up! Wake up now! Ezra, I mean it. Please, wake up!" Her hand smoothed his messy, matted hair down, shifting it off his forehead, drenched in sweat.

His eyes awry, sprang open; he looked shocked, as though he wasn't sure who Sabine was at first. "We've gotta go to her, Sab. They're killing her! We've gotta get to her now!" He wrestled free from her strong arms, unwilling to let him go.

"But, but, Ez, Kanan..." What she felt she should say failed her under Ezra's dark, intense scrutiny.

"We can't wait. Not any more. The longer we delay, the worse it is for Hera. Don't you want to save her? Do you want her to die!"

"Of course I do! Of course I don't want her to die!" Sabine snapped, looking at him scornfully. "It's just...that." She firmed up her voice and insisted, "So, you know more than Kanan and the Loth-wolf." It wasn't a question. Though she was challenging him, she hoped what she'd said would make him stop and think. To help that along, she got to her feet, leaned into him to softly kiss his cheek to see Ezra melt in stages.

Mildly, he replied, "I only know that Hera can't die, Sab. She can't..."

"And she's not going to." Kanan, standing outside their quarters, waited for one of them, or both, to let him in. Obviously his sense of hearing was stronger than ever.

Husband and wife greeted him with surprised looks scrawled on their faces. The noises in their heads mercifully diminished; neither of them felt they should say a word. Kanan supplied the dearth of words. "You two look like you haven't slept in weeks."

"And we feel like it too," Sabine concurred, with arms folded across her chest.

Eyeing his mentor strangely, Ezra said, "Kanan, we're wasting time, waiting for the Loth-wolf's go-ahead. We should mount our rescue right now. Hera won't make it unless we do."

"Hera's going to be fine," Jarrus replied cryptically, as if he knew so much more than Ezra would ever know.

"How do you know? The wolf told you?" Ezra contended.

Removing his facemask, the warrior informed, "Who else." He winked at his protégé and Sabine. "And what's more...those freakish expressions you two are making. I can see them just fine. As hard as you're making them, your faces might stay like that, permanently."

Sabine and Ezra shouted together, "You can see now?"

"Not like before...but, a little...thanks to the Loth-wolf and his amazing abilities." Resting one arm upon Sabine's shoulders and his other arm upon Ezra's, Kanan rallied, "So, what are we waiting for? Let's go get my sweetheart!"

"Affirmative, Specter One", wife and husband chorused as Kanan hauled them along.