Nicholas looked at her rather blankly.

“Oh, huff puff!” her husband abruptly exclaimed. “We need a mirror re-set so we can rescue someone in a galaxy far away.” (Virginia noticed he conveniently left out the “long ago” part.)

The dwarf blinked twice and raised his eyebrows. Carefully, he placed a green ribbon down the center of his tome and slammed the book shut, raising a sizeable cloud of dust. Then, still without speaking, he got up and walked away. Virginia was just about to protest his rude behavior (no matter how abrupt her husband had been, how could he just ignore them like that?) when the old dwarf drew aside a rough brown curtain at the rear of the room. Behind it was a large bank of hand-cranked moveable shelves. He stared at them a moment, finger tapping his bottom lip, then began to crank. Three shelves went past, then four, then five, six, seven more. There seemed an almost endless number, as if they extended far back into some recess much larger than the room they were in. At last he stopped them and set the brake.

As he pulled the access ladder into place, Virginia stepped closer, fascinated in spite of herself. She could see that the shelves were set with tome after tome, most of them as tall as her arm was long, and all of them dusty and ancient. Then, to her disbelieving ears, she finally heard Nicholas’s deep voice as it quietly murmured, “Galaxies, galaxies ...” as he searched among the volumes.

After Wolf watches Revenge of the Sith, he insists that he and Virginia travel to Coruscant in an attempt to prevent Anakin Skywalker from becoming Darth Vader.