That night at Nalanda’s villa a strong wind blew in from the ocean bringing a storm with it. Padmé woke in the middle of the night to see great flashes of lightning illuminating the sky and revealing the churning sea below. The rain beat fiercely at the windowpane, yet following another crash of thunder Padmé heard a low moan that much nearer. She threw on a robe and went down the hall, the tiles cold under her bare feet. “No…Mom! No!” “No!” He started violently on the bed, through the Force she could feel Anakin’s pain. She stood over him, wondering if she should wake him. “But—”