"Spying, now?" Padmé asked, startling me. I was sitting outside with binoculars, watching Threepio and Artoo be sold to the Lars'. Everything had gone smoothly, as far as I could tell.

"Keeping watch." I corrected, watching the three forms walk inside. I hummed and stood, placing the binoculars in the cloth bag I had on me.

"Why can't you just leave them be? They're not hurting anyone, and definitely not interesting enough to watch." Padmé crossed her arms.

"That man down there is carrying the future of the galaxy on his shoulders. Trust me when I say he needs to be looked after." I pointed.

"Why are you so sure it's him? He's just a farm boy." I sighed at the question, knowing all of the answers would show up soon enough. Padmé walked away without her answer, leaving me to make a quick check on her spirit. Frustration, anger and confusion plagued her mind. A slight tinge of worry, I noted, towards Luke. She was beginning to consider what I was saying about him. With time, she may even come to believe it.

"Obi-Wan." I got my husband's attention as I came inside.

"You don't have to make it so obvious." He chuckled, sitting at the table. "While the future may have been changed by your presence, how different could it be?"

"Very." I mumbled placing myself beside him.

"How much have you tried to change already?" He asked.

"Some, mostly back when I was younger." I shrugged, leaning my head into the crook of his neck.

"And how much has the future deviated so far?"

"None, from what I can tell."

"Then there's no problem. Everything will work as it should."

"Padmé wasn't in the original future, though. Who knows what could happen if she unknowingly makes a drastic change." I whispered, knowing the girl in question was in the bathroom across the room.

"Then we do what we can to put it back on track." I nodded with the simple answer, deciding to go downstairs and work on my book. As I sat down and poised the pen, I realized I didn't know what to write. After a little thought, I decided to leave proof of my existence and knowledge.

I was only part way into describing the battle of Geonosis when Padmé called down to me. "I'm going to Tosche Station. Be back before dark."

"You'd better. I don't want to have to save you from the Tuskens." I replied.

"That was-" I stood and went to the bottom of the stairs.

"Again." Padmé, in her rebellious teen-age years, had gone exploring with Luke in the Jundland Wastes. Of course, it led to conflict and show of Force ability to Luke. He swore to secrecy, thankfully. Padmé raised her hand and her travel bag flew over for her to catch. The door hissed as she left, leaving me to my own devices. When I sat back down, I sighed while contemplating.

'I need to make a backup plan.' I nodded to myself, taking my pen and poising over a seperate sheet of paper.

Luke,

Whether I am alive or dead, I know you will find this book and note after the events on Bespin, and the loss of your hand and lightsaber. Don't worry about the latter, there are parts I piled together along with instructions on how to construct your own. While things may seem bleak, maybe even hopeless, I know this war will end for the better. Now, to the main reason I'm writing this...

I wrote for hours into the evening and night, finishing my recounting of the Clone Wars and the Revenge of the Sith. The next morning was one of the most important things I'd have to deal with over the last twenty years. Standing, I cracked my back and rolled my shoulders. Climbing the stairs was difficult, but I persevered and made it to our room. I groaned as I laid down on the uncomfortable bed, drifting off to a dream of terror.