A/N: Enjoy chapter 5 and look for a much longer chapter 6 on Saturday!

Ahsoka relished in the quiet. It had been a long few days, and she hadn't had a moment of peace since before she returned to the upper city of Coruscant. No, it had been more than a few days. A week, at least.

The ship was sailing smoothly, and they were on their way to Shili. Shaak mentioned knowing someone who could help smuggle the children to families on different planets. Ahsoka briefly wondered where Shaak had met this person who knew so much about smuggling, but never asked.

There was a knock on the door, and Ahsoka told them to come in. One of the younglings, Damari, entered.

"Ahsoka?" she asked. Ahsoka noted the worry surrounding the girl.

"Can I help you with something?"

Damari didn't answer right away, and Ahsoka kept quiet, waiting for her. "Where is Lusca and the others?"

A pang of guilt shot through her, and Ahsoka pinched her eyes closed. "Damari, I couldn't save them." There was a sniffle, and Ahsoka opened her eyes to see Damari silently crying.

"I know I shouldn't be sad," she said slowly, but her voice broke and the tears began running. "But I miss them so much." She began sobbing, and it hiccupped her words.

Ahsoka stood and walked to the girl before enveloping her with her arms. "Shh," she cooed. "I know you do. I am so sorry."

"I know Master Yoda tells us not to cry, or to miss those who died," she began, but her crying became too intense for her to continue. Her body relaxed its rigid stance and she fell into Ahsoka's embrace.

"No, that's not what he means." Ahsoka searched for the right words, but was coming up short. She knew that was exactly what Yoda had said, but that was not what this girl needed to hear at the moment.

"What that means is they've become one with the force. That must be something special. We shouldn't miss them because they're not really gone: if they are one with the force, and the force is what binds the universe together, doesn't that mean they are always with us? Whenever we call on the force as our ally, or meditate, we are with them, and they with us."

Damari pulled away and looked at her thoughtfully. "So they don't really leave?"

Ahsoka reached up and gently rubbed the tears from the girl's face. "Of course not. They are always with us, we just can't see or hear them anymore."

Damari hiccupped once, and then nodded slowly. "I think I like that," she whispered.

Ahsoka smiled at her and took her hand and squeezed. "I think I do too."

"I think I'm going to go back to the other younglings." She turned and went to the door, but stopped before opening it. "Ahsoka? Why aren't you a Jedi anymore?"

Ahsoka's smiled slipped. "I don't really know, Damari."

She nodded and left the room, leaving Ahsoka alone with those thoughts.

The sandy haired man returned, but they weren't on Coruscant anymore. Ahsoka didn't know where she was. She felt groggy, faces blurred together and broke apart with missing pieces, or extra eyes and ears and a missing nose. Ahsoka blinked hard, hoping to clear her vision. The world turned grey and then the colors weren't right.

"What's happening?"

The sandy haired man put his hands on her shoulders to steady her, but all that did was cause him to begin to spin like a wheel. "Help to you from me I gave."

"I don't understand you," Ahsoka told him, and he just patted her shoulder.

Yoda appeared, sitting on his shoulder. "Listen, padawans, you should. Space Opera is not accurate."

Obi-Wan was behind them dancing with the Senator from Ryloth...but it wasn't him?

"What is going on?" Ahsoka yelled, and tried to pull free.

Snips.

The world stopped, and suddenly all the faces disappeared. Standing in front of her was Anakin, but it wasn't him. There was something wrong, but she couldn't quite place it. There was a shadow over him, and Ahsoka couldn't see through it.

"Anakin, what happened? Why am I here?"

Anakin extended his hand to her, and Ahsoka reached out to take it, but the ground beneath them began to split, and there was a chasm between them. Ahsoka looked in, and it was full of a thick blackness. There was a shape- maybe a face?-but she couldn't make it out.

The blackness filled her eyes and suddenly she was falling.

She was aware of jerking when she fell, and then realized she was awake, Sweat beaded Ahsoka's forehead and she rubbed her palms against her thighs.

"Are you alright?" Shaak asked.

Ahsoka quickly looked around and realized she was in the cockpit. "Sorry, I just had a dream."

"It sounded bad."

Ahsoka shook her head. "I don't really know. It was just strange."

Shaak didn't press. "We're almost to Shili. And I think it might be better if you stay here. I'll meet my contact at the spaceport."

Ahsoka knitted her eyebrows, but didn't ask why. They were silent until they came to the system and began their approach.

"You're not coming back, are you?" Ahsoka asked.

Shaak shook her head. "No. I need to leave. The galaxy isn't a safe place anymore. Not for any Jedi."

Ahsoka ignored the blatant quip towards her. "So that's it then," she said.

Shaak nodded, and then spoke. "Just because you aren't a Jedi any more doesn't mean you won't be in danger. You should lay low, and stay out of the Empire's way. It will be safer that way."

Ahsoka nodded, but there was nothing in her plan that involved laying low.