Kellan breathed in hard. He was merely a youngling, but he could feel a disturbance in the Force. He hadn't seen his six-year old buddy, Elliot Manila, who should've been home in the Jedi temple with him a few days ago. Kellan breathed in again. He, a child of eight, a child who should no longer be a youngling, but still was because of how bad he sucked at being a Jedi, felt the Force. For the first time since he was tested oh so many years ago - seven, at least. He stood up and walked briskly to his Jedi instructor, Benjamin Riagh, a man who claimed he was trained by Luke Skywalker himself. When he saw him, Benjamin snorted, but quickly covered it up. Kellan knew why. Why, was because, he was fat, fat, fat. Kellan ignored it, though. "Sir," he said sweetly. Benjamin nodded. "Was there a one 'Elliot Manila' on that training trip to Hoth?" When Benjamin said nothing, Kellan went on. "Six years old, about ye big, sandy brown hair, missing a tooth right-" Kellan paused to open his mouth and point to his left canine tooth. "- there?" He stood there expectantly. Benjamin lowered his head as if grieving. A horrible thought popped itself into Kellan's mind. "No," he said quietly, his voice cracking a little. Benjamin lowered himself to Kellan's eye level, squatting. "I'm not sure, small fry. He separated himself from the group. He felt the Force. He had to go. Didn't see him after." Kellan thought for a second. "May I go on the next trip?" Benjamin stared for a moment, then nodded. "I don't see why not," he shrugged. Kellan thanked him, then walked off, as he promised himself and the little boy he called friend, that he'd find him. Yes, sir, he would.