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Dr. Jinn had a calming presence. He was tall and soft spoken, with long hair. The long hair was just plain cool; he was the only grown man that Luke knew with long hair, unless one counted Dr. Kenobi and the beard he had grown when Luke was in the seventh grade.

"I'm very pleased with the progress you've been making, Luke," Dr. Jinn smiled at Luke as Luke sat on the beige sofa and he sat in his chair. A box of tissues was on the coffee table as usual, but today Luke hadn't used them; he was feeling so much better.

"But I want to keep you on your medication," Dr. Jinn continued. "It's very important you stay on your medication."

Luke nodded. "I always fall asleep in the afternoon, though. I can't ever to go to school or hang out with my friends if I'm always falling asleep right after lunch."

"Don't worry about school. We'll amend your regimen for school. Just stick with the current regimen for now, all right? As for hanging out with your friends, well…it's too hot to do anything in the afternoon this time of year anyway, except go to the movies. And nothing's playing."

Luke nodded again. "Yeah, my best friend just saw Curse of the Haunted Parking Lot, and it ruined a date for him."

"If your friend likes horror movies, he should have gone to see Count Rushmore. I read a great review in the paper; apparently, it keeps everyone on the edge of their seats!"

"Count Rushmore?"

"Yes, it's about this vampire that lives in the side of Mount Rushmore during the time of-" Dr. Jinn started explaining the movie, but then saw the look on his patient's face and frowned. Luke looked completely confused and aloof.

"Okay, now that I think about it, the premise is pretty silly," Dr. Jinn agreed. "So I stand by my original statement. There's nothing playing."

Even the dreams were getting better.

Luke dreamed about his Grandma Skywalker and Grandpa Lars, whom he'd never met. They'd died before he was even born, but Luke had seen pictures. He dreamed that he was still a baby, and they were holding him. He was so excited to be held by his Grandma Skywalker and Grandpa Lars that he wet his diaper.

Timmy was tossed to the floor in Luke's sleep.

Downstairs, Beru was making herself an evening cup of tea, and Owen was reading the paper. "Beru, are you ever afraid that Anakin is going to come back and demand his kids?" He had just gotten done reading an article about the grand jury refusing to acknowledge the murder evidence against Darth.

"No, I'm not afraid," Beru shrugged. "I'll just live it up to Luke as to what he wants to do. If he wants to go home with his father, that's his right."

Owen put down the paper. "But Beru, what if Luke isn't in the right mindset to make that decision?"

"He's not sick, Owen. He was released from the hospital. Dr. Jinn said he's doing absolutely fine; for all intents and purposes, Luke is pretty much back to normal. Just give him another month or so, and he'll be the same strong kid he always was."

Owen sighed. "I want what's best for Luke. And I don't think going back to live with his father is going to be the best thing for Luke."

"Well, let's just keep him with us and not worry about it, Owen."

Darth Vader was back in Tatooine. The workday was over, so there was nobody at RebelCorp. Darth was taking this opportunity to clear out his desk and draft a letter of resignation to Yoh Da.

Up on the top floor, Darth unlocked his office. R2D2 was asleep in the corner; Darth turned him on and ordered him downstairs to the Escalade. Then he unlocked his closet, grabbed an empty cardboard box, and filled it with the few personal possessions he kept on his desk: the picture of Luke and Leia as babies, another tie that Luke had given him for a past Father's Day, and college brochures that he had been hoarding for the kiddos.

He slipped a jump drive into his computer and downloaded all of the files from his computer onto it. He couldn't take the computer with him, but those files were going to be very valuable at S.I.T.H.L.O.R.D.

Finally, he slipped some frames off of the walls: various awards made out to Darth Vader. He had won Employee of the Year at EmpireCorp in 1999.

Carrying the box under one arm, he went to Yoh Da's office and dropped his resignation letter on his desk. Without looking back, he went to the elevator and took it all the way down to the first floor.

What should I do about the kiddos? Darth asked himself as he made his way out to the Escalade, where R2D2 was beeping. The princess could probably be swindled over to Naboo—with the promise of an updated wardrobe and weekend sleepovers with her friends, Leia was up for anything—but the Lukester was going to prove difficult. Owen and Beru wouldn't give the Lukester up now, not in his condition.

Part of Darth was disgusted that his son had attempted suicide—Skywalkers didn't solve their problems that way!- but most of Darth was relieved. He didn't want to lose his little Lukester. He really needed to have a man-to-man talk with the boy.

"What did you think there wasn't a way out of, son?"

"Well, Dad, you'd been arrested, and Leia was sent to live with those awful politicians, and I was sent to live with your boring stepbrother on his boring farm-"

"Now, I understand that your uncle's farm isn't the most exciting place, but I would have rescued you sooner or later, son. Your sister, though, is another story. Nothing is going to make me to go to Carson City except to blow up Alderaan."

"Oh, please, Dad!" Luke would beg. "I can't live without Leia!"

Big sigh from Darth. "I'll see what I can do, Lukester."

Darth needed his kids back. He needed to see their little faces.

As Darth started up his Cadillac Escalade for the ride home, and helped R2D2 into the back, he stood by his original conviction. He needed to get Leia first, because she would be easier to bribe. Sure, princess, after you, we're picking up Lukey, he'd say to her. I'll buy you that new cell phone you want so that you can call your little friends more often. And I'll let you pick out your bedroom in our new house!

With Leia on board, hopefully Beru and Owen would let Luke go. Darth didn't know Luke's mental condition, but he was sure that Beru and Owen weren't letting him make his own decisions just yet.

"As soon as we get home, I'm calling Organa," Darth growled to R2D2 as he started the drive home. "The charges have been dropped, so there's no reason as to why my princess should go on living there."

R2D2 gave out a beep that Darth knew all too well.

"Yes, I am prepared to blow up their house if necessary," Darth breathed through his respirator. "I will not allow myself to be bullied by that Bantha fodder of a man!"

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