Luke trailed his fingers along the walls of the buildings, following Mara's trail. It was an odd flavor of emotions she left in the Force; calm and in turmoil all at once, a kind of singleminded determination to continue forward with life. It was very distinctly Mara, and he found it easy to follow--though Luke knew he could find her anywhere they went. After twenty-two years of marriage, he could have picked her out in a heartbeat.

He found her at last. "Good choice of setting," he said softly when she came to a pause in her training, his plantsuited feet making no sound on the floor.