"Kanan? Is something wrong?"

Kanan shook his head slightly, and focused on Hera. "What?"

"I've been trying to get your attention for the last five minutes. Are you okay?"

"Oh. Yeah. No. I--call a meeting. I gotta go think for a few minutes."

"But what about the job--"

"The job can wait! Call a meeting. This is important."

Kanan got up out of the copilot chair, and moved out the door. What he'd said was true. He did need a few minutes to think.

He needed to make sure he wasn't wrong.

Not that he hadn't been checking over and over since he'd first sensed Ezra, but he didn't want to be wrong.

Besides, the Empire had tricked them with Master Luminara, and it could be the same thing now.

Except for the fact that, other than to capture and kill Kanan, he didn't see the point of making them believe Ezra was dead, then trying to use him as bait. And the dead cannot feel the pain he had sensed in Ezra.

In his cabin, he sank to his knees, closing his eyes, connecting to the Force. He felt--yes! He felt him. He felt Ezra. Not in pain this time, but deep in thought, calm.

And a bit closer.

He meditated a few more minutes, drawing strength, not only from the Force, but from the presence of his padawan not far away. He felt peace and joy, and he knew it was time to share that joy with Hera, Sabine, and Zeb.

He stood, moving to the main room. The crew was gathered there, waiting for him. He smiled when he saw them, and they glanced at each other. He sat down across from Hera, and relaxed.
"I asked Hera to call this meeting, because we have a mission."

Hera leaned forward. "The job Vizzago asked us to do? They already--"

"Not that. A rescue mission."

They all looked confused. Zeb spoke first. "What kind of 'rescue mission'?"

Kanan gave his smile full rein. "We're getting Ezra."