Jessalyn is not at all sure why she saved it. She could just as easily have left it lying there in the sand where it had fallen next to the limb her own saber had severed. But something had compelled her to pick the carved wooden staff up from the sand, and it lies across the foot of her bed now, where she can stare down at it from her vantage point huddled against the bed's headboard. It's clear from her eyes that she has found no sleep. A night and half the morning has passed since her little house of cards came toppling over, and the dark circles carved under her eyes and her wildly disheveled hair are indicators of the state she is in. She has hardly moved since she returned to the hotel room from the hospital; once Orson, Han Solo and Luke were safely attended to by the doctors there,