"Rito please help me" the cry's were so loud, so close while still unreachable. I knew no matter what I did I would never be able to save her.

"I'm so sorry darcelle" my eyes open and I sit up rather quickly.

"You're forgiven, I think?" Darcelle is sitting on a small chair in the corner of a strange room. The room had all white walls with a single door. There was a glass of water on my bedside table and a large light behind me.

"Er not you, a different you" I mumble embarrassed.

"My Darcelle was..." my voice gets caught in my throat and I look away, tears beginning to form in my eyes.

"You had a concussion, so I'm going to take a wild guess that your powers don't heal internal wounds like that?" She quickly changes the subject, her eyes are searching my own eyes, almost like she's trying to read my mind. "It also must of been like everything was strung together quickly, like a book without paragraphs."

"Oh, well I don't actually know if they do" I lift up my hands and stare at them intently, seeing if maybe something would explain my powers.

Anakin walks into the room, a small parcel in his hands. He looks from me to Darcelle and back again before walking to my bedside and setting down the package. He gives a small half smile before leaving.

"Well that was odd" I look towards Darcelle for an explanation. She looks at me with a sparkle in her eyes.

"Are you and my Rito the exact same" she looked almost like she would break down into tears.

"I don't know, I've never met your Rito" I slowly and painfully begin to stand up. I limp my way to her side and give her a gentle hug. She leans into me and begins to cry.

"So should I leave you be or what" we both pull apart as Anakin speaks from the doorway. "So what's your plan Rito" he chuckles lightly and stares at me.

"A plan..." I stare at the floor trying to think of something, anything that could beat those two people. "I don't have one" I mutter, embarrassed that I didn't come up with anything.

Anakin sighs and begins to pace back and forth.
"What if we went to her" he asks Darcelle.

"With Rito? And with Rito's odd powers? She might think she's gone mad." Darcelle shook her head slowly.

"Do you have a better idea then" Anakin looks at her for a new idea, smiling when she says nothing and looks away. "Ok then it's decided, we head to fineena's place."