Padme sat up in bed, her brown eyes going wide as they came to focus on the figure stepping out of the shadows. "Do not speak or I will be forced to cover your mouth," said the voice of the figure as it advanced toward her bed. She wanted to scream until her throat was raw, but as she opened her month to do so, she found her vocal cords had been paralyzed by the fear she felt. "I am not here to harm you. My name is Vader. I am here to help you; I know you must be confused."

"Get away from me, please," she said, in a frightened whisper. He did not listen; instead he sat on her bed.

"I am not here to harm you."

"Who are you?"

"As I said, my name is Vader. I am here to help you. You must listen to every word I say. It is very important. Do you understand me?"

"I will not listen to a person I can not see clearly," she answered, reaching to turn on the light on her night table.

"No," he said reaching for her arm and stopping her. She gasped at the contact.

"Let go of me."

"I can not have you turning on lights and possibly drawing attention to me. It is much too dangerous," he said, gently releasing her arm.

Did Emerson send this man to me? No, why would someone sent by Emerson be so gentle with me? Gentle— what am I thinking? A giant whose face I can not make out has invaded my room, wearing a uniform I can not make out. G-d, help me. Why does this man seem so familiar? His voice… I have heard that voice before, but how? Padme thought to herself

"Tell me your name," the stranger said, his voice a tender whisper.

"Padme", she answered, her soft voice shaking so much that if he did not have an excellent ear he never would have heard it.

"Padme", he repeated enjoying the feel and sound of it on his lips. "Last name?" Vader asked, after a brief moment of silence.

"None of your business", she answered.

"Padme, I was concerned about you. You went to get me my wine and you never came back."

"I'm… I'm sorry," she cried, "Please don't hurt me!" She was struggling to remember him, but she would say anything to him, as long as he didn't hurt her. Her face still stung from Emerson's hand.

"Shh…Shh…" Vader said placing his hand over her month. "Listen to me, I will not hurt you. I meant it when I said I was concerned about you. If you promise to listen to what I say and not to scream—no matter what—I will remove my hand. Do you promise, Padme?" He felt her head nodding in a yes motion. He removed his hand, trusting her. "I will come back here at 1AM tomorrow. I will use the front door and knock lightly three times on it. You will answer it."

"But," she began. Vader put up a hand to stop her.

"This is not a debate. I will see you at 1AM tomorrow morning."

"No, you can't. Tomorrow night is the Sabbath. Please don't, you can't."

"Very well," he answered. "I will be back for you when it ends."

"It ends Saturday night."

Vader nodded, "Things should be safe then. I will see you at 1AM on Sunday morning. Go back to sleep."