Malfon awoke sometime the next morning. After sleeping for nearly ten hours, he still felt groggy and weak, as though he had only just closed his eyes. To make matters worse, the Force felt distant to him, and its absence made his entire body feel even more fatigued. With some reservations, he returned to sleep, knowing that his master would be cross with him for missing his early morning classes. “What's going on, Master?” Malfon whispered after some time. “Alderaan?” Raystin's eyes fluttered open. “What do they have to do with this?” “You are correct, Rell.” “I was in the process, Grandmaster.”