Yes, my escape plan failed.

Damn.

It.

I consider myself to be an easy going person. It really takes a while for me to get angry and even then I'm calm and laid back. I tend not to start yelling or cursing or actually getting violent.

This time around I made an enormous exception.

There were a lot of beeps coming out of my mouth, let me tell you. And not just that, when I finally managed to sit up and wrap the situation around my mind, I jumped to my feet and all I could think about was knocking this guy upside the head.

Of course, idiot that I am, I completely forgot about the fact that this grouchy Jedi Master Durron, could use his mind to do… things. Sounds like something out of a fantasy fairy tale, doesn't it?

IT SO IS NOT.

So anyway, here I am running towards him, yelling at the top of my lungs and all the while I'm thinking Punch him! Punch him!

I got to the P, leaving out the unch. It might have just been half a P, I don't really know.

I couldn't move. Right in the middle of my ultimate awesome attack (at least I'm pretending so, otherwise it would just be too embarrassing), my body stopped obeying. My arms and legs were saying "Nah, to hell with you, we're tired".

I can't even put into words how annoying this was. I took solace in the fact that I could at least still make myself heard.

Loudly.

The nicer of the two Jedi, namely Zekk, even smiled and chuckled a bit.

"Are you finished with this tantrum of yours?" Master Durron asked calmly, arching a dark brown eyebrow while smirking. My mind was made up – I didn't like him.

"Whatever it is you're doing, stop it! Now!"

It seemed I hadn't completely grasped the fact that this new place was alien. Back home people didn't do things with their mind. I mean, some said they could but no one really believed their tales, right?

And in that moment I couldn't help but wonder what else he could do with his mind. He could kill me in an instant, couldn't he? Make my heart stop or choke me or some other crazy crap? There was a sort of deep rooted respect trying to slither its way to the surface. I killed it. Thoroughly. Not respecting this guy. Uh-uh.

No. Way.

"If you'd just calm down, we can all talk about this." Zekk said, smiling.

"What, like diplomacy?" I asked a bit peeved. I didn't want to talk. I wanted to sulk. I wanted to be left alone.

I wanted to go home.

"What's there to talk about?" I yelled at both of them. At least I could still move my head.

Insert random curses here. Lots of them. And lots and lots and lots of them.

"Let. Me. Go." I added after finishing my tirade about hurting certain parts of their anatomy. Obviously, they weren't taking me seriously. I think that's what bugged me the most. Not being taken seriously and suddenly not being in control of myself and of my life.

Because right then and there I realized if I didn't find a way home, life as I knew it was over.

Bang. You're dead – game over.

"Calm down and I will." Master Durron said while coming closer. The nerve! He stood only about a foot away from me, with his arms crossed. But thank God he wasn't smiling. If he'd let me go that instant, I would have lunged for his throat.

Hell, I would have bit him.

Again!

Zekk came towards me with his hands held up, a gesture that he meant no harm. "I know you must be frightened –"

"Ye think?"

" – and this isn't the way we planned things out. None of us expected you to make a run for it."

"What the hell did you expect? You keep me locked up, scan me, poke me, feed me the most vilest food ever and then you expect me to be all happy? Well beep that!"

Master Durron sighed, shaking his head.

And – oh wow! He let me go.

I stumbled forward a little, righted myself to my meager height of five six and narrowed my eyes at him.

I do have a big mouth, don't I? My imagination ran wild at that moment. I could have tackled him, I could have punched him – not that I believe I would have managed anything of the sort – I could have kicked him, scratched him – who the hell cared? I could have done a lot.

And what did I do?

Nothing.

I followed Master Durron and Zekk down the hall, back towards the stupid white hospital room. I got dressed – someone had laid out new clothes for me, a dark blue overall with cool looking black boots – and followed them to yet another room.

I am pathetic.

It was a conference room with a large oval table. A dozen chairs stood around it, and half of them were occupied. Humans as well as non humans.

It's still difficult to grasp the fact that aliens exist. I mean, this is like Star Trek coming to life only better! Because a few of the aliens I'd seen on my arrival didn't even have arms or legs. An odd place, that's for sure.

Anyway, Master Durron showed me to a seat at the head of the table. That's when I saw a uniformed woman standing in a far corner. She spoke in hushed tones with Master Skywalker – you know the little guy with the seventies hairstyle?

It took a moment for them to take their own seats and I took the time to take a look at the people staring at me. I hated being the point of interest. I've never been good with groups of people. I avoid groups of people.

I knew this was going to be bad. Already I was angry and scared, spiraling into this dark void I hoped wouldn't swallow me up whole.

I sighed, rubbing my face and I even pulled at my hair with a frustrated growl.

"Could we get on with this please?" I called when I found myself getting bored. "I would really really like to go home, you know?"

Master Skywalker cleared his throat and with a simple string of words, he shattered my entire world.

"I do believe that's going to be a problem."

I had thought that the uniformed woman behind Master Skywalker was military. It seemed that these Jedi and the military worked together in sticky situations. At least that's what I thought. But, sadly, she wasn't military.

This tall, absolutely stunning woman – which irked me – was a scientist.

The moment I figured this out, my brain flew away. It wasn't even a conscious choice on my part. I just simply zoned out, looking around the bland conference room, trying to ignore the curious glances the other robed figures gave me.

You know, sitting at a table with half a dozen robed people – it just had a feel of having done something terribly wrong. Like it was my fault I landed in the middle of la la land.

Besides the three that I had already met – namely Master Skywalker, Zekk and Master Durron – there was a young woman, a green clothed Jedi (I just presumed they all were. Note to self: make them explain what the hell a Jedi really is before you leave), a tall woman with long silver hair and a grumpy looking blond guy, who sort of reminded me of Chuck Norris.

Ha! Chuck Norris in Jedi robes! It made me laugh.

Which is why the scientist woman glared at me.

I wrinkled my nose. "I'm sorry. I'm just a bit confused." I said, not caring the slightest bit if she was annoyed or not.

"Shall I use little words for you then?" She cocked a perfect dark brown eyebrow and pursed her lips.

The witch.

"Yes, please. Dumb it down for the feeble minded stranger within your midst, will you?"

Well, I had absolutely no idea what she'd been saying in the first place. That's one of my major flaws: when I don't listen, I really don't listen. Words go into one ear and pass through the other, avoiding the middle part where the brain usually functions. Mine really does shut off on occasion. Not that that's a bad thing. It comes in handy sometimes.

The scientist woman started again and the single moment I heard the words "space" and "time" I freaked out. I really did.

First, I slammed my fists onto the table making everyone in the room jump.

That was kinda neat. I mean, going by how powerful these Jedi were supposed to be, it gave me a great deal of satisfaction having startled them.

Yay for me. I had to hold back a grin there.

Second, I got up very slowly, staring at the scientist. I still don't remember her name, by the way. But she wasn't one of those fearless little cats that scare easily, this I knew the moment I had seen her. She wouldn't back down no matter what. I didn't care.

"You cannot be serious." I hissed between clenched teeth, balling my hands into fists. I could literally feel a wave of ultimate anger wash over me. And I do think it's understandable, right? I mean, here I am dealing with odd people and odd new things and then this woman wants to explain everything away with techno babble? Stuff that doesn't even exist?

And that's the crux of the matter.

How would I ever know what was real and what wasn't? Obviously aliens existed, obviously other worlds existed so why not theories about space and time bending and whatever else were only theories in my world?

It just seemed increasingly hard to accept.

"I just want to go home." I said, trying to calm myself. "I don't care about all this scientific mumbo jumbo. Can I go back home, yes or no?"

She glanced at Master Skywalker, then towards the other Jedi who then glanced back at me. I don't like being the new girl. At all.

The scientist woman cleared her throat and clasped her hands behind her back. That was definitely a bad sign, wasn't it?

"I don't know." She said.

I wrinkled my nose. "Was that so damned hard?"

I pushed away from the table and headed out the door Zekk, Master Durron and I had come through. I ignored the soft whispers behind my back, I really didn't care.

Slowly, I had to realize that home lay in the past.