The call of the desert is more than just wind. The howling rattles the desert sands, and a call drifts from a place on a ledge: a tunnel is the beacon from whence the call comes. Inside, there is darkness, and the cold. "Anakin...?" The familiar voice rings out through the crooks and crannies of the tunnel-- reverberating throughout the space and lost in the sway of dank... It is a female voice, and a voice that Skywalker would know so, so very well... "I... got away," the voice replies, unseen for the moment-- shadows passing across the gleam of the crystal stalagmites. "I was all alone..."