Kellan gulped. He was shoved between two other younglings, one of five, one of three. They were on a ship to Hoth. Benjamin was driving. He had brought a droid he called Dotty. She was a shiny blue color and she was wearing a yellow wig and a white apron. She was designed to take care of children, but in Kellan's opinion, she scared kids more than anything. His proof? The three-year old to his right was burying his wet face in Kellan's sleeve, away from the droid. And when she came over to the little one, his face got wetter. Kellan could be wrong, - after all, he knew nothing about human-like little red three-year olds - but he was pretty sure that meant he was crying.