When Mara awoke, she knew that something had transpired between her two traveling
companions. They didn't look at each other, and she could hear words rolling around Luke's
head. Words that didn't make sense--words like "pedestal" and "regret." Okay, with Callista,
regret made sense. But for some reason, the emotions rolling off him were not what she had
sensed before. It was almost as if he were feeling guilty that he wasn't more upset over Callista.
Callista...what? a little voice inside her asked. Mara didn't know. And it didn't really matter,
anyway. After all, Callista was the mother of Luke's son. No matter what happened from here on
in, Callista would be come a permanent part of Luke's life, forever. Mara had to accept it. Maybe
not like it, but accept it. And this Callista wasn't so bad. The years had toughened her up a bit,
brought back the warrior she was sure Callista had been, almost seventy years ago. After all the
girl had enough guts to shut down the *Eye of Palpatine.* From what Mara knew about that, it
hadn't been an easy job. Being in the body again after all those years as a ghost had to really
mess her up a bit. 
     Of course, she realized she was making excuses for Callista. Excuse after excuse...for reasons
she would only let herself admit to in a prepheral way. Maybe she was doing it for Luke's sake.
Or her own. She knew she had to figure out a way to deal with it soon because it was going to
get in the way otherwise. Either she had to forget about it and just let it go--which wasn't such an
impossible thought--or she would confront her. Quite frankly, she didn't have the right to
confront her.
     As the shuttle landed, Mara made her decision. She was going to let it go--unless Callista, for
some unthinkable reason, decided to open her mouth and say something really dumb. Then Mara
would pounce. Until then, it was "stick to the misson" girl for her.
     When Mara took a deep breath of air as the shuttle touched the ground, she felt it all leave
her. Worrying about it was futile. It didn't do any blasted good anyway.

     They landed in a rocky clearing. The ship settled easy enough--it was small and light, which
meant it would, regardless of how well the area was shaped for heavy traffic. When the three
travellers stepped out of the shuttle and glanced around them, they remembered why illegal
groups were so well hidden--they picked the least appealing and least accessible places possible
to hide in. 
     Mara gave a snort of approval. "They were rather smart for such a small group. Although it's
pretty clear why they didn't last long from here. Those mines still probably have sugar residue in
them. It may have gotten thick in the air and well...you know how well a human brain functions
on heavy drugs."
     "Like frying an egg on a rock," Callista said as she neared the cave entrance. "How about
us...how well will we fare?"
     Luke was watching Mara intensely as she answered. "Don't know. We're not going to be
living in the stuff. We can take a sample before we go in--it's probably best."
     "Good idea. I'll do it." Luke pulled a small probe out of a pack sitting by his seat in the
shuttle. It was times like this that he missed Artoo. It was also times like this that he wished
Mara would be less of a Jedi Knight and all-around free spirit and just be an obedient wife.
     *I heard that,* she shot at him with a smirk. 
     Luke got close to the mouth of the cave. He didn't like it one bit. The bad feeling from earlier
was nearly a scream, and he couldn't take it for more than a few moments.  He practically
stumbled over his feet as he scrambled back to Mara and Callista. 
     "What is it?" Mara asked, slightly shaken by Luke's emotions. 
     "Readings are minimal. There's no real threat from the sugar if we don't stay long." He let out
a loud sigh. "If it were up to me, you two would both be back at the resort faster than Han could
make the Kessel run."
     Callista was slightly pale. "Luke, we're just going to go check some data. I'll go in and you
and Mara can wait out here. This whole thing is my doing anyway."
     "No, I'll go in." Luke shot a heavy look at Mara. "What, nothing to say?"
     "I think you've said it all, Luke." Maybe she was starting agree with him. Luke hadn't felt
anything like this since the cave at Degobah. He was so lost in the creepy feeling that he was
actually startled when Mara handed him her datapad. "Bring whatever you can carry to me. I'll
take a look at it out here, okay?" She touched his forehead to find his sweat. "Or you can let
Callista do it," she added so only he would hear.
     "No, I'll go." He took the datapad and then his eyes met Mara's. They shone like precious
stones, and he felt a sudden strength. On its heels was a strange foreboding, and for one moment
he was ready to renounce the whole mission and take both her and Callista back, as far away
from this place as he could.
     Then Mara kissed him lightly, *See you soon, husband,*  she sent to him. They weren't
words, but feelings. 
     Luke nodded and briefly touched Mara's belly before he turned and walked into the cave.
     Callista came up to Mara in Luke's wake. "What is it?" she asked, perplexed by their actions
and vexed that she couldn't feel their feelings. 
     "I'd like to think it's just a husband and wife thing," Mara muttered, distracted. "But
somehow, with him, I doubt it."

     Luke walked into the cave and immediately expected Vader to come charging out at him with
his red lightsaber. But this wasn't Degobah. Hothfrost, this place was just an old hideout for
some smugglers--if this place was a darkside pit, he would have sensed it long before now. This
fear was irrational, like it wasn't even his but the feelings of someone else being transferred onto
him.
     The fact that Mara had been freaking out, on and off, over the last few weeks didn't help,
either. He wanted to dismiss all of this as her fears and forebodings backing up onto him.  She
had seemed so extremely calm as she watched him go into the mine entrance. Maybe somehow
he'd wound up taking both of their angst with him. 
     Yes, that was probably it.
     The main room of the cave wasn't exactly all the way in the mines. It sat out a bit, in front of
a big intersection of caves. Three gap ing mouths stood open before him, but the old computer
consoles--what was left of them--sat against the far walls. The holoplatforms were rusted
through, the controls coated with all kinds of webs, and every piece of furniture--if it could even
be called that--was covered with insect dung.
     Luke sighed. This wasn't going to be easy. He shut his eyes and reached out with the Force,
scanning over everything lightly. The only life around here was small and harmless. He could
rummage without fear of being bitten by something lethal.
     As he scanned, his sensed caught something. It was far off, in the third cave. He looked and
saw a pale yellow light flicker. Maybe some sort of trick switch, or a safeguard that was still
working. Something to light the way after the smugglers returned from a long hard day of slave
trading. 
     Luke snorted. He was starting to sound like Mara.
     The light got brighter, and for a moment, Luke was blinded. He blinked several times and
found long yellow shapes before his eyes. But they all paled when he looked down the throat of
the cave again.
     It was a lightsaber. A little boy was holding it--he couldn't have been more than ten. Luke
could only make out his shape--small, nearly elfin-like. The face was smothered in shadows, and
the lightsaber lit everything but him.
     "Down here!" the boy called. Then he turned and vanished, the yellow light vibrating and
humming behind him. 
     Luke didn't know what came over him. He immediately ran after him. And just as he did, he
heard a terrible crack. As he met the half-way mark to the end of the third cave, he turned
around in time to hear Mara shouting his name from the main entrance, and watch the old
support beam in the main room's roof give away, and the entire world come crashing down right
onto the spot where he had stood.
     A full minute later, after the last of the crashing sounds had vibrated away, Luke ignited his
lightsaber. The green glow lit the way back, and the way ahead. 
     It didn't seem to give him much choice. As Mara would say, sometimes, Destiny could be as
obvious as a kick in the head.

     "LUKE!"
     The word vibrated off the air even after the loud crash had passed. Mara stood staring at the
pile of rubble, disbelieving. Luke was not dead. He wasn't under that pile. He couldn't be. She
would know it if he were. 
     Mara stood only feet away from the entrance to the cave, using every ounce of her self
control to keep herself from rushing inside. Maybe nine months ago she could have handled that,
but she had to think for two. And as her self control was occupied with the task of keeping her
feet from moving, it was taken off her anger, which rushed at her like those rocks had rushed at
the floor.
     *How could we have been so stupid!* she raged at herself. Every warning sign in the universe
had been thrown at them. What did they need, the spirits of all the old Jedi Knights standing in
front of them waving red flags? Yet like blind mynocks they'd gone right into this head first!
How could they have been such idiots!?!?!
     Then she realized why, and her anger flooded out of her. It was for Luke's son. Whoever he
was, wherever he was, it was to find him. Nothing would be spared. Mara knew that, felt it as if
it were her own child. It was her child, if it was Luke's. Any part of him was a part of her.
     So Mara turned back to Callista with a wry look on her face and said, "Well, shall we
complete this tragedy by going and digging him out? After all, the worst thing that can happen is
that we get trapped in there, too."
     Callista was looking at her as if she had a deathwish. "Aren't you supposed to refrain from
heavy activity?" she ventured.
     Mara shrugged. "I suppose. But I'm also supposed to help keep Luke alive. He sort of depends
on me for that, you know." She carefully began picking her way closer to the mouth of the cave.
"I'll Force-lift everything, I promise," she called, guesturing for Callista to follow. "Come on!"
     Callista followed. "Sure, let's go get buried," she said. It was the only time in her life that she
was glad she wasn't Force sensitive. The foreboding of the moment would have been suffocating
otherwise.

10--Vaiya
     Luke saw a small light in front of him. It was only a pinprick, hardly visible in the harsh
green glow of his lightsaber. The only reason he saw it was because it was a brilliant blue, and
blinking quickly. 
     He shut down the lightsaber for a second and reached out through the Force to try and find
the distance. Either it was an electrical device, the mouth of the cave was incredibly far away, or
it was a this planet's version of a spice spider and he was about to get chomped. 
     His mind touched no life--okay, spider option out. It didn't feel that far away-- couldn't be an
exit. But it didn't feel like an electrical device--actually, it was rather soft against his fingers, like
it was chemical residue or maybe a piece of sugar. Luke pressed against it hard and some of the
black gave way, making the blue brighter. He kept scraping and scraping and the blue got bigger
and bigger until it was big enough to light the entire room. Something was behind the blue
"stone"--he couldn't think of a better word--and it didn't look like it was supposed to be there.
     Then it hit him. This was a stasis block.
     Luke ran his finger along the edge. It was so strange--smooth like stone, and even soft, but
when he pulled his hand away none of the blue substance clung to his fingers. It was an odd
illusion, but it made some sense. It was almost like the block was made from--hard light. Like
his lightsaber, only not.
     He used to think that impossible. Obviously someone had proved him and the rest of the
galaxy wrong. Of course, he doubted that that mattered much to the creature frozen inside the
block. And looking at the blue too hard hurt his eyes.
     He ignited his lightsaber again and made sure that he was at the edge of the block before he
began cutting. He was careful to get a good inch of the stone between his blade and the
block--no telling what would happen if the two substances--so much alike and yet so different in
purpose and nature--touched. He'd wait to find out. He didn't have any intentions of making this
place his tomb.
     
     The rocks were moving rather well. Mara could taste a little bit of the "sugar" residue in theback of her throat, but paid it little attention. Callista was stronger and quicker than she gave her
credit for. She had more rocks moved by hand than Mara had with the Force. Of course, Mara
was holding back. No way some Force-begotten misfit was going to show her up---
     She stopped herself. What was wrong with her head? It didn't feel right, like she was falling
asleep and her baser thoughts were getting the best of her. She felt so heavy, like she just wanted
to lie down and stay there, watch the world pass over her head. Maybe if she could get her
Force-powers to focus, she'd make herself float. She'd float all over the place, never walking
again, never having to, because she could FLOAT, freeze it all to Hoth....
     "Mara?" Callista's voice was distant, like she was talking through rock. Why was the ground
so close? Oh, right, she was sitting down. Maybe she should lie down--the ground still seemed
too far away.

     Callista watched as Mara's knees went out from under her and she sat herself on a flat rock,
then put her head down beside her, her eyes shut and her breath thready. Callista looked up, over
Mara's head. There was a nice opening that the cave-in had caused in one of the previously
sealed walls. A nice sparkly white stream slid out of it, like sand in an hourglass. It powdered
into the air and made a cloud that was dancing about Mara's head.
     Callista pulled a thick cloth over her mouth. No sense taking any chances--Mara was getting
out of here. Besides, the mouth of the cave didn't look so stable from the inside. Tying the cloth
into a stoud knot, Callista proceeded to pick her way over the rocky ground toward Mara, but for
some reason her feet wouldn't work right. Her ankles felt like they were made of rubber, and
they wouldn't hold her up. So the flailed her arms about and struggled for balance, and started to
think about the performers back on her homeworld of Chad, the ones that used to walk in the
vines above the heavy pools of glasswater that bubbled every once in a while from the heat of
the core of the planet. She'd seen an animal--some kind of reptile, maybe a watergater or a
grino--fall into glasswater once. It gave her nightmares for a week. 
     There was glasswater all around her now. She couldn't fall...couldn't lose her balance for a
second. And as she saw the melting tusks of a grino and the dissolving jagged teeth of the
watergater floating under her, Callista screamed and reached for the big support beam that had
fallen cockeyed from the ceiling, the only thing holding the rest of the structure up. 
     It slid.
     Instantly, the pretty sparkly white of the "sugar" vanished underneath a giant boulder that
smothered it under a mountain of dust. The dust infiltrated Callista's lungs and she started to
hack and cough, a terrible deep and rumbling attack that made her gag and loose what little
breakfast she had been able to consume that morning. Callista felt her head clear and realized
that the sugar was moving out of her blood system, that the dust had buried it. 
     She looked at Mara, whose head was raised slightly, her eyes partly glazed over but gradually
clearing as the stench of the vomit reached her. She shook her head and her face turned grey,
green, then white. She rolled over onto her hands and knees and threw up her share, 
     Callista had never been so happy to smell the acidic stink of vomit in her whole life.
     "We've gotta get out of here before that thing comes down!" Mara was shouting, her green
eyes wide and gaping at the beam, which was rumbling--Callista could hear the noise, which had
sounded so distant before and was now deafening.--and shaking and getting ready to---
     Mara lunged for it, but she couldn't move fast enough. In fact, she wasn't moving fast at all,
because not only was the main beam coming down, but more of the boulders from the ceiling.
As if in slow motion, Callista watched as one of them started to slide down two older, rotted,
smaller beams, which were cracking under the weight--right above Mara.
     The worst that could happen--was about to get even worse.
     Callista lunged forward and grabbed Mara by the shoulders, trying to move her out of the way
without shoving her too hard. She got between Mara and the boulder and wound up getting it on
the side, which sent her tumbling, and the force made her toss Mara forward with more
momentum than she had intended. She heard Mara let out a loud, pain-filled grunt, but it was
nothing compared to the noise of oblivion coming down on Callista's head.

     Mara looked over her shoulder in time to see the boulder that Callista had saved her from. It
landed right on Callista's abdomen with a terribly loud crunching noise and Mara saw Callista's
eyes glaze over in unconsciousness. Mara reached out with the Force and lifted the boulder into
the air by a few mere inches, the effort causing a wrenching pain through her gut.
     *The baby....* But Callista would die under that boulder. She didn't have the strength, and she
could feel her insides beginning to scream. Was she hemmoraging? Was it bad? She slumped
forward, her hand extended with the effort. She had to do something or they would all three die
here.
     She had to do something...something....something!
     And something happened.
     There was a new strength in the Force. As if someone else was in the room with them.
*Luke?* But he wasn't there--not visible, at least, and it wasn't his presence. 
     The baby stirred within her, the movement causing Mara a jolt of pain. But the stone lifted
off Callista by a good foot, and moved to the side to slide away like a pebble. 
     Mara hadn't done that. Who....?
     No time. The ceiling was going to kill them both. Mara reached for Callista and stopped
herself mere seconds from moving her. From the way Callista was lying, Mara could tell things
were broken, crushed, pulverized. That stone had to weigh at least a quarter of a ton, maybe
more. She couldn't move her--but she didn't dare not.
     Then there was that presence again, and Mara realized that it had never left. It was there with
her, always there. She had sensed it for as long as she could remember being pregnant, had
sensed it in the beginning, when she and Luke had made love one night eight and some odd
months ago, right in the cockpit of the Jaded Sky, right after Mara had made Luke take some
stupid dare. She loved goading him so much sometimes it became a turn-on.
     She had felt it on and off, touching her mind like whisps of words, meanings but no thoughts,
emotions but no connections. But now it was strong, as if it were tangible and independant, as if
all that swirling mass of life and soul had a body of energy.
     Her baby was using the Force, and she wasn't even born yet.
     There was a shield over them both, her and Callista. Mara tried to help but the effort brought
on too much pain. The little rocks pinged off like asteroids on a deflector shield. The bigger ones
swerved away from them, rolling off to land a good few feet away. The big beam came down
and half of the main chamber was filled with large debris, blocking the entrance--and the exit.
The other half of the chamber lay open, although it wasn't sure for how long.
     When it was over, the shield faded. Mara sat up and saw that blood was trickling down her
leg. She would have paniced, but the life inside her was strong and thriving.
     Then came the worst of it. The first labor pain. It wasn't so bad, really, except that there was
nothing at all appealing about giving birth in this sithpit of a wrecked hideout. There was
nothing wrong with the baby--of that she was certain. Unless, of course, something happened to
Mara. And something was happening to Mara. The smell of the blood, the way Callista's broken
body stretched out under her--all of it was wrong. This wasn't the way it was supposed to
happen.
     She was in very big trouble.
     
     Luke felt something. Mara was in pain. They had followed him in and gotten caught in the
second cave-in. But it wasn't right. Something wasn't clear. She was muddled, through the Force.
He tried to reach out to her, to help her, but he couldn't focus, couldn't concentrate.
     He bit back the urge to panic. For an instant, he felt like he was watching Ben Kenobi die all
over again, that sudden and complete shock of loss, that pain so terrible he didn't think he could
live from it. Then he had reacted, firing at anything that moved. And then came the memory of
when the dark side had threatened him, during his and Mara's trek through the Hand of Thrawn,
when she had gone under the shelter of the ysalamari. He had thought her dead, and had wanted
to destroy everything in his path to get revenge.
     Just as quickly, he put all of that aside. The only way to help Mara--and their daughter--was
to get out of this cave. The first cave in had clearly left him no front exit, and he knew he wasn't
strong enough in the Force at the moment to lift those rocks out of his path, even to get to Mara.
Maybe if there was a back exit he could get around to the front and call for help. 
     The block in his hand seemed to be heavier than it was a few moments ago. He stared down
at it, lost in its eerie glow, feeling his eyes getting dry and heavy. Then it hit him--it was the
stasis block. Somehow, it was distorting the Force. Maybe if he set it down...no, that didn't help.
Maybe if he got some distance between him and it---so he started down the tunnel, feeling
himself get clearer as more feet of earth separated them. When he felt clear enough to think
straight, he turned around.
     He hadn't felt this sluggish since Nam Chorios. It was worse, even, like trying to run while up
to your waist in water. At least on Nam Chorios he had been able to concentrate.....
     It made sense, though. Something that put life in stasis as this block was supposed to do had
to interfere with the Force. The Force came from all living things, but whatever was in that block
was suspended from life. It didn't age, it didn't breathe, eat, sleep, any of those things. While
alive, its life had been put on hold, and with it, the Force that came from that life.
     Luke approached the block again, steeling himself for the sluggish affect. The block had a
small deactivation pad on the top of it, but Luke couldn't see it well enough to work it. He
ignited his lightsaber over it, but the mixing of the green and blue light was just too much on his
eyes. He couldn't very well leave the block here...but taking it with him would slow him down.
     And in the moment of conflict, Luke sat down, nearly hypnotized, lost in the Force-distorting
blue glow.

     Mara didn't know she had blacked out until she heard a voice calling to her through the Force.
Instantly, she wanted to believe it was Luke, but it wasn't. It was a woman, and she was
strong--stronger than Mara had ever encountered in her life. 
     *Mara, come on! You have to get up!*
     She blinked her eyes. What had happened? Oh, yeah, the cave had come in on Luke, then on
them when like a couple of mindless Ewoks they had scrambled in after him. *Real smart,
Jade,* she chastized herself.
     *Don't make it worse by giving up.* Who was that? Mara raised her head and pushed her hair
out of her eyes. Her temple hurt from where she had hit a rock when she passed out. She could
feel the bruise starting to form.
     "That's it." Same voice--now vocal, but weak. Filled with a gritty pain, like someone dying.....
     "Callista!" Mara cried, jerking up and instantly regretting it. She was on her hands and knees,
her stomach cast to one side in that motherly preservation instinct. There was blood running
down her legs, but the baby was fine. But the baby would only stay fine for so long if Mara didn't
get to a medical facility soon. 
     Then her eyes focused on the body in front of her. Callista was awake and staring at her, a
trickle of blood coming out of the corner of her mouth, her body in a position that wasn't
supposed to occur naturally.
     Mara dragged herself closer. The voice she had heard before----*Yes, that was me,* Callista
sent at her, an ironic smile on her face. 
     Mara froze. *How long?* she asked.
     *About five minutes now. I felt it right after the rock...well, hit me.* Callista's ironic smile
widened, and Mara could detect an edge of sheer joy. *It was worth it.*
     *Well, if that was all it took, why didn't you tell me sooner?* Mara joked as she managed to
pull herself over to Callista's side. *I would have been more than content to throw a rock at
you.*
     Callista would have laughed, but the sound was of strangled pain. Carefully, Mara cradled her
head in her lap. "Easy," she whispered. "Don't try to move."
     *No, talk to me through the Force. It's been so long.* The grey eyes were hazy. *You're much
stronger than I would have thought.*
     *Oh, really?* Mara cocked an eyebrow. 
     Callista managed a grin. *That was a compliment.*
     *And here I thought you were human.* Mara gently combed back the tendrils of malt brown
hair that threatened to cover Callista's face. Then she shut her eyes and tried to reach out for
Luke, but felt like she was reaching through a six inch thick piece of transparent rubber to do it.
He knew she was hurt, but couldn't do anything about it. He was stuck, too.
     There was something even more odd about Luke. It was almost as if he were hypnotized.
     Callista grunted. *Can't get him, can you? Me neither. It's like he's half here. Even with me
dying and you going into labor...you'd think his insane overprotectiveness would kick in during
situations like this.*
     *Don't talk like that,*  Mara admonished. 
     *Why not? It's the truth. It has to be. It's the only reason the Force came back to me.*
     *No it isn't.* Mara's green eyes were serious. *Have you ever tried to think about why you
lost your Force powers?*
     *More times than I can think of. Actually, I'd rather discuss something else on my deathbed,
if you don't mind.*
     Callista's face rippled with pain, but Mara remained steady.
     *When I became a Jedi Knight, I had to make a sacrifice. Luke had to make a sacrifice. And
you, during your life, had to make a sacrifice. You know that.*
     *I was selfish to take Cray's body. I know.* The grey eyes showed the first sign of tears. *I
paid the price.*
     Mara frowned. This was the last way she'd planned it, but she would never get the chance. *If
you could change it back, would you?*
     *Absolutely.*
     For a moment, there was just a sensation of shock. 
     *You know,* Mara began, *when I first realized you were going to be returning to Luke's life,
I was sure that you would hate me.*
     *I did.*
     Okay, honesty for honesty.
     *But you just said you would change it.*
     *Mara,* Callista broke off for a second, the final death pains setting in. Mara could feel
them, a grinding, weakening pain, like a dog crushing a bone between his jaws. One jolt was so
hard it made Callista jerk, and Mara had to change her position to partly hold Callista down to
keep her from making the pain any worse. *I love Luke. I will always love Luke. And if I had
had one wish, I would have wanted both him and my Force powers. But I had to face the
truth--without my Force powers, Luke--life!--had no meaning. Luke wasn't first for me, and it
wasn't fair to him, so I had to let him go. I didn't want to, but I had to. And that was the first step.
I had to admit that ugly selfishness in myself, and it was my first real lesson in humility.
Humility, Mara,* Callista added, her eyes stone serious, *is the first step on any journey of
self-discovery. But when I realized I was pregnant, I always hoped that when I got my Force
powers back, Luke and I could try again, but I suspected that you and he would eventually.....*
Callista sucked in her breath. It was close now. Mara could feel it.
     *Easy,* she sent soothingly. She felt so sorry for this woman, having to die in the arms of the
one person she had to resent the most. 
     *I don't resent you,* Callista told her. *Not now, anyway. It seems pointless. I spent these
years divided between chasing my son and chasing the Force. I wish I had been wiser.* She grew
very quiet, as if considering her next words. *Mara, there are so many things I wanted to tell you
and Luke. I've traveled so far in the galaxy, and found so many things. I've even made some
discoveries that could change the way the galaxy looks at the Force...but there's no time for
them. Except one.* And then her eyes shone a brilliant silver-grey, as if she were seeing
something beyond Mara, beyond the cave, even beyond the Force. *You've had visions of your
daughter, Mara. Your Vaiya, your stonelifter. It's a word from the ancient language of Chad,
what my father used to call me when I was little. I lifted stones early, but your child surpasses
even me. Your daughter will realize the things I have only begun to learn on this mortal plane,
and revel in discoveries during her life that I will only know in death.* They weren't so much
words now, but a rush of feelings and emotions, tied up in thought but untangling themselves
into words in Mara's mind. 
     "Tell me," she whispered into the stillness of the cave.
     *The Force...is not unto itself. It is part of something, part of Someone. I have only had a
taste of this knowledge, Mara, but it is as infinite as the Universe, as all Universes, and even
beyond them. The Force...is only the beginning...not the end."
     She was going now, but it was strange...as if she were a glass of water being spilled out into
the ground and let to flow where it would. The eyes were fading.
     "Find...my son," Callista managed.
     "I will," Mara promised. 
     Callista nodded, and the look on her face would forever be burned into Mara's mind. "Even
this..." Callista whispered, "is not the end...." And then Callista died.