I awoke in a cold sweat.

Ever since Ezra had stowed away with Ashoka, I'd been concerned, but not overly anxious. He was with Master Tano, after all, and she was a better warrior than me. Who knows? I remember thinking, Maybe he's safer with her than here.

Right now, with this cold invading and overwhelming me, I knew that that thought had been false. Something was wrong. Ezra was in danger. Throwing myself off my bed, I slipped on my boots, my light saber already in my hand, and ran out the door. I passed by several other rebels, but I didn't stop till I arrived at the bridge.

"Something is wrong," I announced as soon as I arrived. Immediately, Commander Jun Sato and Hera Syndulla swung their heads to look at me. As I approached, Hera stepped towards me and crossed her arms.

"I thought I told you to get some rest," she commented, her eyes twinkling.

"Ezra is in trouble," I interrupted, disregarding her comment.

"What?" Commander Sato said, "How do you know?"

Leaning against the table, I averted his gaze. "It's the Force. I feel cold. As cold as the day my Master died."

"I believe you," Hera whispered and wove her hand through mine.

"I understand and respect your connection with the Force, Kanan, but I can't lead the fleet on a wild goose chase," Sato explained. "What was the last communication you had with the young Ezra Bridger?"

"It was through his comm link," I replied, "I demanded to know where he was, and I guessed correctly when I asked him if he was with Ashoka. The message ended when Ezra shut off his comm."

"Did he sound like he was in danger?" Sato asked.

I shook my head. "No," I admitted, "But that was hours ago. Something has happened. It's hard to explain, but I just know."

"I'm sorry, Kanan, but I can't base an order off of that."

"Why not?" I yelled and slammed my fists down on the table, "I know what I felt--"

"Kanan, please!" Hera interrupted, placing a hand on my chest. At her touch, my rage was tampered, and I fell silent.

"Commander, requesting permission to investigate the apparent disappearance of Ezra Bridger and Ashoka Tano," Hera said and removed her hand from my chest.

"Permission declined," Sato replied, "I cannot have my Phoenix leader running around the Galaxy."

"Understood, Commander," Hera murmured and grabbed my hand to drag me out of the room. Already, Hera's eyes were daggers as she stared at me.

"Kanan," the Commander called, and I looked back, hope filling my chest, "If your padawan does not return in twenty four hours, I will consider a rescue mission, but for now, you're going to have to wait."

More than disappointed, I nodded and allowed Hera to pull me out of the headquarters, silently preparing for the worst. Once we were outside, Hera pushed me down a short corridor, her green eyes filled with malice.

"What were you thinking?"

"What do you mean? You know exactly what I was thinking!" I exclaimed, "Ezra is in trouble. I thought you believed me."

At my words, Hera groaned and leaned against the wall. "I do believe you, Kanan, I really do, but challenging Sato's authority--that I do not approve of."

"I know, and I'm sorry, but..." I sighed heavily before continuing, "I have to know if Ezra is all right. I should've watched him closer. I should've disciplined him more. I should've--"

"Hey," Hera interrupted, touching my face, "None of this is your fault. Ezra knows how to take care of himself. He had been long before we came along."

"Yes, but this time is different," I murmured, "Ashoka is with him."

"Shouldn't that better his odds?"

"No, he's a Jedi," I replied, "If there comes a circumstance where he has to choose between Ashoka's safety and his own, you know what he'll choose. That free-lancing kid we found on Lothal, he's changed."

"I know," Hera said and wrapped her arms around me. Breathing in the aroma of her skin, I tried to banish the chill that laced my mind. But I failed.

"You know that I can't wait forever," I whispered in her ear.

"I'll cover for you," she promised and separated herself from me, "Now go." She kissed my cheek. "Bring them home."

"I will," I promised, and my mind followed her long after she returned to the bridge. It took some effort, but I finally tore my thoughts from the fair pilot and to my plan. It would be tricky to obtain a ship, but it would not be impossible.

I could do this for Ezra.

Perhaps Commander Sato was right. Perhaps I was being irrational, and that this coldness was just a random feeling. Perhaps I could wait twenty-four hours. Ezra was probably fine. At my logic, something inside twisted, and I gasped. No, something was definitely wrong. I had to leave now.

"I'm coming," I whispered and left the corridor to prepare.