Back on Tatooine Luke was becoming more awae of himself. Only, he wasn't himself anymore, his mind, albeit battered, was his own, though there was someone else here too, in his mind, sleeping, fitfully. But his body, what was this. He could see all aound himself. He could feel, well, things, inside of him. He reached out to the force for clarity and calm. Who was the mind he was trapped with, it felt familiar. A startegic mind, disseminating information, close, a friend. Elvis? Miggell? Could it be?