A feral snarl ripped from Darra's throat and she leapt forward, her clenched fist catching the painfully familiar man across the face.

"You!" She growled, grabbing him by the front of his borrowed shirt and shoving him against the wall.

"Only you would dare this, I should have known the moment I got the call. Jake Saber has returned and wishes to rejoin us. Well you can forget it! Go back to whatever slimy hole you climbed out of because if you don't I will personally rip you to shreds." She hissed, her face not far from his.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." He stuttered, his eyes wide with fear and sincerity shining in their icy blue depths. Darra had to swallow back a painful lump in her throat as she stared into those familiar pools of ice. Two sets of hands grabbed her shoulders in her moment of distraction and dragged her away from the man, freeing him. He staggered and caught his balance, waving off Jacen's proffered help.

"Is that really Jake?" Jaina asked, her brown eyes wide as she looked between the two Zurgans. There were similarities, definitely. The eyes for one, and then his hair was the same pitch black color but cropped much shorter. He was more muscular than any of them remembered Jake to be, not as gangly since he seemed to have finally filled out his lanky frame. But nothing could fool Darra's nose, so when she gave Jaina a withering glare and then looked away the brown haired Solo looked in wonder in the man who had returned without a single memory of why he'd left in the first place. Darra shook off the loosely restraining hands of Zekk and Lowie and stalked out of the house, slamming the door behind her. That left the group staring at each other and Jake staring at the closed door, a confused look on his face.

Darra wandered without seeing where she was going, her expression a mask of serenity while her emotions where in turmoil. She looked around finally and found herself in a secluded park surrounded by trees. She collapsed at the base of one large trunk, the tears spilling over after three years of hiding and controlling them. She was racked by sobs that instinctively made her long for a familiar pair of arms wrapped around her and holding her together, that soothing voice whispering reassurances in her ear. Such thoughts only made her cry harder and she was left gasping by each sob that shook her body. She lay in the shelter of that grove of trees for she didn't know how long, until finally the tears dried up. But she still didn't rise; instead she curled on her side, hugging herself as she lay on the grass. She must have fallen asleep for the next thing she knew it was morning and a concerned pair of gray eyes studied her guardedly.

"Tenel Ka. Hey, I must look pretty pitiful right now huh?" Darra said, sitting up and rubbing her painfully dry eyes with a sigh and a humorless laugh. Tenel Ka shook her head in disagreement and watched her with careful eyes.

"No, Friend Darra. Pitiful is a word that will never be used to describe you. What you are is in pain, it is altogether reasonable for you to be in such a state at this time." She replied and Darra chuckled again.

"Obviously you've forgotten the last time I cried like this. I was truly pitiful then, sobbing on the ground as if my very heart had been ripped out. It was melodramatic and stupid, not to mention utterly weak and a sign of complete dependency." She said scathingly, hating that earlier self and wishing it would stop returning to bother her.

"There is no shame in past actions Darra. Who you were often contributes greatly to who you are." Tenel Ka answered firmly and Darra shook her head. Her jaw was clenched and she stared angrily at the trunk of a tree a little ways in front of her.

"Why did he have to show up now Tenel Ka?" She asked, her voice a mere hoarse whisper.

"I do not know Friend." Tenel Ka responded with a sigh.

Jake Saber lay on the makeshift bed he had been given by the helpful young Jedi all night and thought of what had happened that day. Vague flashes of memory had started to return but they were blurry and unclear, as if viewed through water. The one image that was clear was that of the girl he had seen before, only here she was grinning challengingly at him with her arms crossed and a lightsaber hanging at her hip. He figured that these flashes of memory had been triggered by hearing his name, and he knew it was his name. It felt right when she had called him Jake, though the tone with which she had said the name had felt off. But he couldn't remember much else and had a feeling that those memories would take time to return. He also somehow knew that they would come faster if he talked with Darra, how he knew her name he could only guess, but he had a feeling from her earlier reaction that that would be a difficult prospect to go through with. He finally sighed and rolled over; knowing that over thinking it wouldn't help at all. His eyes closed and soon he was asleep.