The kind of headache that followed a hangover roused Leia from her drunken sleep. She moaned quietly, struggling to find some clarity of mind. She was caught in a heavy fog, only impressions and faint memories worming their way to her awareness. She took a deep, cleansing breath and let the Force overcome her, clearing the drugged slumber from her mind and bloodstream. Slowly a more alert state developed, enough so that she could open her eyes and examine her surroundings. “What the hell did you do to me?” she demanded, her voice shaking. * * * Padmé’s smile warmed. “Thank you.” * * * * * *