A ghost wandered the palace, looking, looking, looking. For what? Padmé's ghost was confused. There was something here, something magical. She couldn't die if she didn't find out.

She wandered the great hall, watching the queen's large throne, much like her own. But sleeker. Colder. So unlike the happy Queen Breha.

She wandered into Bail's office, seeing his work. Once she had done such work and had never had to pretend. Now his real work was all hidden, under a blanket of fake loyalty to someone she had helped rise to power.

Padme saw the rebellion, and her pride grew. But still, something was missing. It was all off. All but the baby in the crib. What was her name?

Because she had Padmé's eyes, lips, and coloring. And her other features... no, she couldn't think about him. She lingered as Breha kissed her child's cheek, leaned in when Breha whispered her name... Leia.

Leia. Her little angel's name. The name he had picked. She looked like the sad couple. Could she be her daughter? That must be why the ghost was sent here, so she would at least get to see what she never get to do.