I came up with an escape plan. For me, it was proof enough that I had watched way too many action flicks.

Throughout the time I spent locked up in this itty-bitty white hospital room, the grouchy Jedi Master and I hardly talked. I would ask him a question and he would answer, simple as that. I didn't much care for his tone of voice – talking to me as if I were a child – but I got used to it after a while and just to spite him, I kept asking questions. About everything and anything and God knows – I had tons of questions.

Instead of staying atop the bed all this while, I started pacing the room. Of course, there was only one entrance and of course, the grouchy Jedi sat right beside it. Which meant, the moment that door opened I had to sprint like crazy.

A part of me knew I wouldn't make it but it was the attempt that counted, right? I wasn't a criminal; they had no need to lock me up.

At the time, the idea of asking to leave hadn't occurred to me. Might have been easier but I was in action mode right then, I imagined myself being in a real movie and that beyond that door lay my personal salvation, preferably with a young man with open arms who would whisk me away to paradise.

I had to laugh at myself, which made the Jedi look up with raised brows. "What's funny?"

"What do you care?" I snapped, frowning at him. So now he wanted to converse? Tough.

I think he noticed my nervousness, though. From one second to the next, he watched me. Not in the sense of looking, more or less in the sense of watching my every move, even if it was only the lift of a finger. His dark eyes followed me while I paced, while I kept playing with my hair, while I sighed and hoped that damned door would open soon.

Somehow, I felt like he knew what I had planned.

Well, it wasn't really much of a plan to begin with and even if I didn't make it out of the room, I could at least try to knock someone over. A punch here, a punch there – it would at least brighten up my gloomy day!

Or maybe just kick someone's shin…

So all I had to do was wait. I'm not good at waiting though so I had to concentrate on being inconspicuous as well.

I kept as close to the door as I could without raising too much suspicion. So I thought. I almost missed the sudden grin appearing on Mr. Grouchy's face. Dammit! He really did know what I was up to, didn't he? And he was bigger than me so there was no way I could tackle him, maybe run over his downed body and then exit the room. Unless I kicked him where it hurt but that was – well, evil. I would use that as a last resort.

Then a thought crossed my mind. I was in an alien world, right? These people might look human but who was to say they were human? Maybe their insides worked differently – maybe they didn't even have a spot that hurt so much it brought the male gender to their knees gasping for breath.

What a mess! I'd just have to take that chance.

And I did.

Eventually the door did open and I tensed. Within only seconds I registered that it was the tall Jedi with the long dark hair entering, holding a pack of clothes in both his hands. I recalled his name was Zekk and he'd been nice to me – the nicest so far but I had to ignore that fact.

I ran towards him like a maniac, wanting to run him over, jump over him and regain my freedom. Somehow.

Mr. Grouch didn't seem to agree. I hadn't even touched Zekk when the other Jedi grabbed me around my waist and pulled me back, saying that I should calm down and everything would be alright.

Yeah right.

I screamed so loud I suppose the entire world heard me. I flayed and kicked and punched – anything so he would let me go. Zekk backed up a step as I accidently kicked him in the stomach. Or maybe not so much by accident. He cleared the path which was good! Now all I had to do was make sure the Jedi Master let me go.

I started cursing, using the vilest language I had ever heard. I did everything I could for him to let me go. I suppose my incessant whining grew too much for his ears and he covered my mouth with his hand.

Inwardly I laughed.

I might not be good at fighting but I sure as hell can bite.

The Jedi Master's howl made me laugh and I let go – and so did he. The moment my feet touched the ground, I ran. I still couldn't believe my luck! Just by using my teeth I'd gotten free of my prison! I was a genius!

I heard the Master – what kind of Master was he anyway? – throw odd sounding words my way. No doubt cursing my hide for biting him. Who cares? I got away so to hell with him.

I kept running down a brightly lit corridor with windows along the walls. I didn't pay attention to the outside because if I had, I would have stopped to stare. My main objective was to get out of this place, where ever this place was.

I made it to a tall metal door, similar to a hatch in a protective area. There were controls attached to the walls but since I couldn't read the writing, I started punching like crazy.

Nothing happened.

Fine. The corridor didn't end here anyway. I turned halfway and kept running –

Until I suddenly found myself floating at least a meter off the ground. I yelped in surprised, my eyes wide as I twirled around in mid air with arms and legs flailing. I imagine I looked quite stupid and to top it all off, I stopped turning when I was hanging upside down.

I had to hold up my shirt while I took a deep breath to calm myself.

So much for my perfect escape plan.

Now all I had to figure out was how I was stuck in mid air.

The grouchy Jedi Master – Kyp was his name I think – and Zekk came towards me, with Kyp holding out his hand. The hand I'd bitten – oh what a nasty mark. I laughed.

Even Zekk had to smile!

"Are you done?" Grouchy Kyp spat at me and I sighed.

"Are you doing this?" I asked, making sure to hold my shirt in place while I glared at him from my upside down state. "How?"

"We'll answer all your questions in time." Zekk said with a soft voice. He did seem like the nicer one, didn't he?

"Fine. Can you put me down please?"
I shouldn't have said that.

He didn't put me down. The idiot let me fall.