Silas gestured to the table with his hand – or paw? Talons even, because those nails looked like something right out of Jurassic Park, I swear – and nodded his head for me to sit. I swallowed and weighed what to do.

Honestly, I wanted to get away from these people. As kind as I thought Silas was, it still felt a bit disconcerting being in his presence. And he hadn't answered my question, either.

"Are you an alien?" I asked again, feeling really, really stupid. I mean, aliens were something off of TV, right? And if aliens really existed, we'd already know about them, right? The government wouldn't keep something like this secret and -- …

Wait. Scratch that bit. The government and no secrets – yeah, pfft.

Silas nodded his big head and his ears twitched. "As you are human, I am alien. I am of the Bothan species."

"Bothan." I repeated. "Sounds European."

It was very hard to read any expression on Silas's features. The human uniformed man standing beside him, with his hands clasped behind his back and looking all straight and rigid – he seemed angry. But maybe that's because he was born angry. Maybe his siblings hit him too many times and now, since he was in a position of power, he did to others what they had done to him.

And why am I analyzing now? Because I'm still so confused. I find it soothing to let my brain just run its course. Although sometimes it does things it's not supposed to, like picture people naked.

And on that note, turning eyes away from uniformed-angry-military man. Like – NOW.

"European?" Silas asked. It looked like he had raised his brows. He had brows, yes. Sort of. He had a whole lot of hair on his face.

"Yeah." I answered, taking a few deep breaths until I decided to slowly walk back towards the table. The only sound was the clicking of my heels on the floor. "You know, the continent?"

Silas looked mightily confused. "Pardon?"

And then it dawned on me. Here I am in a small room with an alien – supposedly --, a military man who has forgotten how to laugh and two security guards at my back. This was completely television ripe! Things like this didn't happen in real life.

Maybe all this was just a practical joke? Hey guys, you can come out now! Fun's over.

Only it felt too real. Those weapons the man held were too real. And the confusion on Silas' face was way too real.

I had no clue where I was. But deep down inside I knew I wasn't home anymore.

"Where am I?" I asked instead of answering his question. I pulled out a chair and sat down, waiting for Silas to take the seat opposite me. When he did, he folded his hands – or paws or dinosaur-like-appendages – on the table. His eyes seemed dull in a way but the colors were beautiful. Purple with swirls of black. I'd have paid a lot of money for contacts that color.

"You are in the capitol city of Coruscant."

I raised my brows. "Never heard of it."

Silas seemed taken aback and so was the military guy. Had he told me his name yet? I glanced his way and smiled as politely as I could. "Hey big guy. You got a name?"

He stiffened and he ignored me. His jaw was tight and his eyes narrowed on my stuff still laying on the table top. I had the feeling he was itching to get a better look at my cell phone and wallet and make-up and whatever else was still hiding in the depth of my purse. Including my keys.

You know – this is all their fault. My keys have a mind of their own.

"This is Captain Myles." Silas nodded towards the human male and I think he tried to smile. At least the human equivalent of one. Myles just stared at me, blankly. I did get the feeling he really didn't like me.

"Hello there, Capt'n." I said with a mock salute and maybe that wasn't the best course of action. The already angry soldier got angrier. His face took on a dark red hue and he breathed like a freight train.

Oops.

"Miss Janeway –"

I really had to remind myself not to laugh.

"We must know where you are from. According to eye witness reports, you simply arrived."

I arched a brow. "Arrived how?"

"You were simply there."

This time I frowned. "What, like appearing out of thin air?"

Silas nodded.

"So not possible." I cleared my throat. "This – everything here – is not possible!" I raised my voice when I felt fear creep up my spine again. This couldn't be happening. This could so not be happening! "I don't know what this place is! I don't know what you are! I've never even seen an alien before. Never!"

I was ranting now, royally pissed off and once I get started, it's really hard to make me stop.

"I don't know how I got here. I've seen a freakshow of alien beings that I've never even dreamed were possible! I've been threatened with bodily harm and shot – shot! – and thrown into prison and I didn't even do anything! Since I have no answers, I really hope you do because if not, just let me go so I can find a way home. Deal?"

Silas just glanced at me, his big eyes blinking for a minute or two. He leaned forward then and his voice was only a whisper. "Are you well, Miss Janeway? I do not wish to offend, but I have often heard that humans tend to be ill when they reach a certain age."

I gaped at him. So I'm crazy and old now?

Oh. Great.

"I am not ill!" I yelled at him. "And I'm not old, either!"

Silas sighed and got to his feet. He glanced over to Captain Myles. "We should notify the Jedi."

Hold up.

The what?

Now this didn't sound good at all. The Jedi? A secret organization to put me out of my misery?

I swallowed my growing fear. "Who or what are the Jedi?" I asked and had to crack a smile at Silas wide eyes. "Sounds like some kind of animal."

And for the second time, Silas laughed at me.

He left with Captain Myles on his heels, leaving me alone with the two security guards. I sighed, waved at them and waited.

They let me wait a very long time. I think I fell asleep for a moment – I woke up drooling on my arm, hoping neither one of the guards had noticed. They didn't speak. They didn't even acknowledge me. So I sat there, fighting to not fall asleep again when the door opened and Captain Myles returned with…monks?

One of them was clad in black, as if he were going to a funeral. What irked me was the fact that he was wearing a cape or a cloak or whatever those things are called. He looked like a religious figure, like a priest or something. And the other guy? Basically the same only all in brown.

They stepped into my temporary new home as if they owned the place, sat down opposite me and smiled. I bit my tongue. I didn't feel like getting into trouble with the head of the church here.

Although I did wonder why they'd called for them. Were these the Jedi Silas had been talking about? Religious folk? Or maybe something else all together?

"Hello." The blond one dressed in black said and he smiled kindly. His hair was parted down the side, like those freaky hairdo's from the seventies or eighties. The skin around his light blue eyes crinkled slightly as his smile grew, as if he knew I was beyond confused.

"Hi." I answered blandly, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "Are you the secret police or something?"

"We're here to help you." The other one said. He was tall – very tall with long hair bound into a ponytail. Very stylish, even in this day and age. I liked him already. Depending on the next few minutes, he might even make it onto my personal Hotness scale.

"And what are a couple of monks going to do about this little situation?" I asked with raised brows. Strangely, Captain Myles stood back respectfully, just like the Security Guards.

"Monks?" The dark-haired one said and he seemed peeved just by my question.

"Well, it's not too far-fetched." I gestured to the one clad in black. "You look like someone died and you?" I shrugged. "Haven't figured you out yet."

Funeral monk actually cracked a smile. "We are Jedi."

"Oh." I said, frowning. No animals then. Oh well. "And what's a Jedi?"

They looked at each other, as if it were strange for someone not to have heard of a Jedi before. I sighed, feeling highly annoyed by all this and just wanting to wake up in my own lonesome bed, cuddling my remote control. Or the laptop, whatever came first.

"Yeah, newsflash: I'm not from around here. So it would be nice if you'd explain what a Jedi is. And maybe get me out of here because I swear I'm going to go stir crazy locked up in this box of yours."

There was a stretch of eerie silence in which the two of them just looked at me. It was disconcerting and bugged the crap out of me. As defiant a person as I am, I stared back. First into a set of ice blue eyes and then into green ones. When I had enough of the silent treatment, I threw my hands up in an act of utter exasperation and groaned. "Can we stop this please? I can't take it anymore!"

"She's telling the truth." Black monk said and I arched a brow.

"Of course I'm telling the truth!"

"At least as far as she believes it." Brown monk leaned back in the chair.

"Hello? I'm sitting right here. I can hear you!"

"Definitely sincere. And I don't feel hostility, besides that she's annoyed and irritated."

Understating the fact.

"Could you please stop talking about me while I'm here?"

"There's something else there." Narrowed green eyes. "Can't put my finger on it. Seems to have a big mouth, though." Brown monk actually smirked.

I glowered at him. Minus points on the Hotness scale, most definitely.

"We mean you no harm." Black monk smiled slightly. "I would ask you to accompany us. We will answer all your questions and perhaps this situation will clear itself on its own."

Not friggin' likely. But at least I could leave the cell. That had to count for something, right?

"You never told me your names." I said, while I watched them get up. These two were by far the most confusing people I have ever met in my life.

Black monk nodded once and smiled. "I am Jedi Master Luke Skywalker."

Odd name. He gestured to his smirking friend. "And this is Jedi Knight Zekk. And your name?"

"Kathryn."

"She's lying." Zekk said and I gaped at him. Not because he was right but because he blurted it out in such an accusatory tone! I felt my cheeks redden with a blush. Ass.

"You need not fear us." Skywalker said with a smile. "We are all friends."

"Just call me Kat and we're good." I said, refusing to tell them my real name. Nope, uh-uh. Because it seemed to annoy the big guy and that was good. I grinned at him before following them out the door, the security guards and a very quiet Captain Myles right behind me.