Rhia lay in her bed, tossing and turning. She could not seem to get to sleep. She rolled onto her left side, her right, and on her back. She stopped and looked back up at the ceiling. She could not help but feel guilty about laying in a comfortable bed when her husband was laying in a jail cell. She had thought long and hard about what he had told her. She remembered his eyes and the tone of his voice. Most of all, she remembered how thin and weak he had looked. Could he have been telling the truth? She looked over at a picture she had on her dressor. In the middle of the frame was Rister, smiling happily. I bet he is not so happy now. But Rhia could not shake the feeling that something was wrong about his arrest. She stumbled out of bed and sat down at her desk. The clock read two in the morning but Rhia didn't care. She started shuffling through all her papers, looking for the record on Rister she had. There she could find out where Rister had been the days before the meeting. Finally she found what she was looking for. She flipped through the pages to the last one and read that he had been on Reytha. Thats odd. He told me he would be on Mustafar. Rhia said to herself, her eyes squinting and her brow forrowing in deep thought. She walked back to her bed and snuggled into the covers. I will go to the Jedi Council tomorrow and see what is going on.
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