Alright humans! Laea has been in her slump for to long, am I right? So I, being her favorite oc, have decided to take over for her so that you can finally see what happened to my dear not-brother, Ezra. Just until the real author gets her head in the game. (The game being where her readers can breath again.) 

                                                     - Maud Shi

"Chirp Chirp!"  7 year old Ezra Bridger peered at the old grandfather clock that hung in a place on the wall that you could see perfectly well, if you happened to be sitting by the front door waiting for someone to come home from a "special trip". Once again, the antique bird sitting atop the clock chirped. As it always did at exactly 12 o'clock in the afternoon. 

Little Ezra got up from his spot on the floor, wondered over to the kitchen and grabbed a stool. He placed it in front of the refrigerator and stepped onto it with his tiny feet. Standing as tall as he could on his tippy toes, he reached up and grabbed his mother's mop that he had used to clean the kitchen everyday for the past 3 days. Everyday. At exactly 12 o'clock in the afternoon. After he was done mopping the whole kitchen (which took awhile considering the fact that 7 year old boys tend to be very clumsy), he climb down the ladder into his parents broadcasting room. 

"I always have to make sure the machines don't overheat.", his father had said. Ezra looked around. All the special equipment seemed to be intact and still running, as always. He climbed back up the ladder and looked at the clock once again. 12:48. He was a couple of minutes off, but that was okay. He never finished at exactly 12:45 like his mom used to. Then he sat back down on his signature spot by the front door and continued to wait.     

"What? How did you? Why did you? Oh whatever, I'm so glad you're okay!" Ezra grabbed his old friend and pulled her into a big hug. They stood like that for a while, just happy to see each other, then Maud pulled away.

"I know. I wish I had time to tell you the all the things I did to get here, but I'm afraid we have little time. Here, take this. Don't open it until you're alone." She handed him a small box wrapped in brown paper. Ezra took the object and starred at it. What could she have given him that she hasn't already? 

"Wait! What is this about? Where are you going?" She turned towards the door. 

"The letter will explain everything. I have to get to the command ship. Don't tell anyone who we really are." Then, before Ezra had the time to stop her, she was gone. He stood there in awe, then ran to his room and jumped onto his bunk. The brown packaging came off easily, he guesses that Maud had to have wrapped whatever was inside quickly. He gasped when he saw it. Inside the poorly wrapped package, was his old journal that he hadn't used in years. How did she get this? What does she want me to do with the only proof of my past failures and mistakes? He wanted the journal gone. But- much to his dismay- something was telling him to open it. He hesitantly opened it and was greeted with countless sheets of unlined paper filled with neat handwriting. He smiled, now he remembered. He was always a good writer, believe it or not. Counting is what always got to him. How could you start with a number that we as people use all the time, and then say that numbers go on and on with no end. And if numbers go on and on forever,  then there would be numbers like one hundred trillion billion thousand hundred. It sounds ridiculous, Ezra is aware of this. Humans ignore numbers like this because, well, they're just too big. Nobody has one hundred trillion billion thousand hundred dollars or poker chips, or of anything for that matter. When he told his dad this, he got the same response he got from Kanan when he asked him a question about how the force works. The young padawan has become very observant over the years he's spent hiding from his feelings. He has noticed that when you ask someone a question that they've never thought of or they simply don't want to answer, they will wave it of like it's not a real question. Similar to how people don't like to talk about humongous things, like numbers that we never use. Oh Kanan, he thought. He hadn't seen his master almost all day. He decided that it would be best to explore the journal after he greeted his family.

When he saw Kanan sitting alone at the booth, he immediately ran up to hug him. 

"What's this?", asked the surprised man. 

"You never let me hug you." Ezra released his grasped and smiled up at him.

"I don't know, you just looked like you needed a hug." Then Ezra looked away. Maybe Kanan was still frustrated about the mission failure. 

"Well, um. Zeb told me the mission went well." Kanan scratched the back of his neck, he didn't know what else to say.

"Yah, except for the whole 'mission' part." Ezra looked back at him then turned around.

"Well, gotta go!" He walked back to his cabin. Wow that was awkward. He grabbed his journal from under his pillow and saw that one of the corners of a page was folder down. He decided that he was supposed to read that entry and opened. 

Entry #53          

Today, a girl said hi to John. A pretty girl who's not even in our caste! I don't have a crush on her or anything like that, but I can tell that John does. She was super nice and we didn't even care that Shyer was laughing at us the whole time. She says she's new to this part of town so she doesn't even know that John and me are outcasts. Her name is Maud Shi. We don't get many females around here so we use her last name as an advantage to tease her. So, for now on, her name when she's around us is Shi. Shi is one year older than me and John.  She says her aunt- the only one who takes care of her- is really sick, that's why they had to move from Cloud City to a lower atmosphere. She already warned us not to ask about the rest of her family. She seems pretty tough so I'm not taking any chances. I think the girl from Cloud City is cool enough to hang out with us Foxes. 

Ezra remembered writing this. He turned the page and was almost not surprised when he saw the picture Shi had left for him taped over old monologue. On the blank page next to it, a note. Maud's handwriting.  

Meet me were the sun sets, now. 

Roboticly, Ezra closed the journal and shoved it under the mattress. He wondered which air vent in the center-ship would take him closest to The Horizon. 

You guys are like Ezra; you wait for things to return, even if they don't in the way you were expecting. 

                                            - Constellations,                                                                                                                                                                                     Laea