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Coruscant
"He doesn't exist." With those words, spoken without any conscious thought or effort on his part, Luke Skywalker sat upright in bed and looked around at the dimly illuminated chamber.
Beside him, his wife, Mara stirred, and he glanced down at her. "Who doesn't exist?"
"I don't know. An enemy."
"You dreamed about him?" He nodded.
"I've had the dream a couple of times before. It's not just a dream. It's coming to me through currents in the Force. He's all wrapped up in shadows-a dark hooded cloak, but more than that, shadows of light and . . ."
Luke shook his head, struggling for the correct word. "And ignorance. And denial. And he brings great pain to the galaxy . . . and to me."
"Well, if he brings pain to the galaxy, you're obviously going to feel it." Mara said.
"No, to me personally, in addition to his other evil."
Luke sighed and lay down again. "It's too vague. And when I'm awake, when I try to peer into the future to ?nd him, I can't."
"Because he doesn't exist."
"That's what the dream tells me." Luke hissed in aggravation.
"I have an idea." Mara said.
"Tell me."
"Let's wait until he shows up, then crush him."
Luke smiled. "All right." He closed his eyes and his breathing slowed, and within a minute the rhythm of his breathing became that of natural sleep.
Mara Jade Skywalker: Luke's wife
Mara Jade Skywalker had more personal items and equipment, of course. Disguises, weapons, communications gear, falsi?ed documents. A former spy, she had never given up the trappings of that trade, but those items weren't here. Luke wasn't sure where she kept them. She didn't bother him with such details.
