INT. DUQUESNE HOMESTEAD/DINING AREA -- DAY
It is another brand new day on this side of Orron III, and Corin is busy brewing a fresh batch of caf when Siri comes staggering in through the doorway, her eyes dark and her hair mussed from sleep.
CORIN: (turns to regard Siri) Can I fix you a cup?
SIRI: (combing her fingers through her hair) Yes -- please!
Corin takes out two mugs and fills them to the brim with steaming black caf as Siri plops herself down at the table.
CORIN: How do you take it?
SIRI: As black as a singularity in the centre of the Maw Cluster.
CORIN: Pretty black, then.
Picking the mugs up, Corin takes care not to spill any of the hot caf as she carries them over to the table. Setting them down, she slides Siri's over to her before taking a seat opposite the Jedi. Picking up the mug, Siri takes a sip.
CORIN: Good?
SIRI: (smiles) Yes, very good. Thank you.
CORIN: (takes her own sip) You're leaving for Coruscant today.
SIRI: Yes. Obi-Wan and Anakin have to return to active duty within two weeks and I'll have to report to the Jedi Council for my next assignment. Who knows? I'll probably be assigned to the front lines along with the boys.
CORIN: Siri, how are you? About the baby, I mean.
SIRI: (sighs) I'm still grieving, but it's easier. (smiles) Being here has helped.
Returning Siri's smile, Corin reaches out and touches Siri's hand, giving it a gentle, supportive squeeze.
INT. DUQUESNE HOMESTEAD/ANAKIN'S BEDROOM -- DAY
Anakin is busy making his bed when Nashira appears in the doorway. Standing there, she regards him silently until he turns his head her way, noticing her for the first time.
ANAKIN: (grins) Hey.
NASHIRA: (smiles weakly) Hey.
ANAKIN: Well, come on in. I won't bite.
Tentatively, 'Shira enters the bedroom. Noticing her grave expression, he stops making the bed and approaches her.
ANAKIN: (rests his hands on her shoulders) What's with the long face, 'Shira? Something wrong?
NASHIRA: (gazing into his eyes) Nik ...
ANAKIN: Yes?
Seizing him in a tight hold, Nashira hugs her man close to her.
NASHIRA: Don't go, Anakin. Please, don't go.
ANAKIN: I'll miss you too, 'Shira, but I'll be back -- I promise.
NASHIRA: I had a dream last night -- a nightmare. You were in my room and you were crying. You told me not to go with you, then you stepped through the door. I ignored your warning and followed after you, followed you through to some barren desert planet. There was a woman there -- this strange red-skinned woman. She said that she was the past, you were the future, then ... then ...
Pulling away from Nik, she stares hard at him, unblinking.
NASHIRA: (cont'd) You changed. You changed into this ... this ... hairy, scaly thing, took out your lightsaber -- only it wasn't your lightsaber -- ignited it, then ... God, Nik! It was horrible!
ANAKIN: (runs his fingers through her hair) It was just a dream, honey. (laughs) I promise you, I'm not going to change into a hairy, scaly thing. When I get back, I'll be my great, gorgeous self, just as always. You'll see.
NASHIRA: (takes hold of his wrist and pulls his fingers out of her hair) It was a warning, Anakin. Something's going to happen to you out there, and it'll change you. When I see you again, you won't be you. You'll be someone else.
ANAKIN: (sighs) It was a dream, honey. Just a plain, straightforward, random-firing-of-neurons dream. Believe me, I know. I've had pretty intense dreams, myself, and there's been plenty of times when I was sure they were inspired by the Force. Most of the time, though, nothing ever came of them. (beat) If it can happen to me, it can happen to you, too. Don't sweat over it.
Kissing 'Shira gently on the forehead, Nik returns to making his bed. Nashira just stands there silently, anxiously, watching him work.
EXT. DUQUESNE HOMESTEAD -- SUNSET
Later in the day, the DuQuesne family, the Kenobis, and the Skywalker kid make their final farewells. Climbing into a rented speeder, the latter three take off, waving goodbye to their hosts.
As Nemec, Corin, and Nashira stand there, watching the three Jedi shrink into the distance, the young girl's features darken, her brow creasing with worry.
