They had only come out to tell Obi-Wan and Astri that Didi was still alive, and that they were hopeful.
Over the long night, Bant had sat by his side, then Garen, his best friends at the Temple. Bant did not speak, but occasionally would slip her slender hand into his. All night they had sat, waiting for news. At last he had sent his friends away to eat breakfast. He could not eat. He could not sleep.
Didi struggled for life in the next room. What about Qui-Gon? Was his Master alive or dead?
He is alive, Obi-Wan told himself fiercely. He is alive because he must be alive.
He had seen the blaster fire hit Qui-Gon in the chest near the heart.
He had seen him stagger and fall back. But Qui-Gon had reserves of strength that were astonishing. Even if he were the bounty hunter's captive, he would manage to stay alive until Obi-Wan could find him. The bounty hunter would not leave him to die.
He told himself this, over and over. But when he remembered her impassive face, her ruthlessness in battle, Obi-Wan felt despair.
And still I sit here. Waiting.
He had briefed Yoda and Tahl, the Jedi Knight who was coordinating the search for Qui-Gon. He had told them everything he knew. But he could not tell them where the bounty hunter was headed. They did not know who had hired her to track down Didi. They did not know why. They did not even know her name. There were too many questions. And Qui-Gon's life hung in the balance.
Yoda had assigned several Jedi teams to investigate Qui-Gon's disappearance. Tahl was trying to crack the code of Jenna Zan Arbor's datapad, as well as look for clues that might lead to the identity and whereabouts of the mysterious bounty hunter. Everything that could possibly be done was being done. All the resources of the Jedi were turned toward finding Qui-Gon. Except for Obi-Wan. He could only sit.
"Have you memorized the floor yet?"
Astri's voice broke into his thoughts. She gave him a half smile. "I have. There are twenty-seven squares of stone between here and the wall."
"It can't be much longer," Obi-Wan said.
She sighed and leaned forward on her knees, clasping her hands together. Astri was tall and slender, with midnight-black hair that hung in curls to the middle of her back. She was older than Obi-Wan and had run Didi's Cafc with her father. He did not know Astri well, but he had come to know that she did not like to show weakness or affection. Having her father shot before her eyes had devastated her. Trying to conceal her shock and despair was defeating her.
"I never knew my birth parents," Astri said as she stared down at the floor. "Someone left me in Didi's Cafc. He took me in."
"I didn't know that," Obi-Wan said.
"I think whoever left me there must have cared about me somewhat,"
Astri went on softly. "They chose Didi to be my father. They knew he wouldn't give me away to be placed by the government. They knew his heart would melt at the sight of a baby. And it did. I was lucky."
"Yes, I can see that," Obi-Wan said. "Sometimes the home you find is the one you are meant to have." It was how he felt about the Temple. And Qui-Gon.
She turned to look at him, sorrow in her dark eyes. "I'm sure Qui-Gon will be all right. He's so strong. I've known him all my life, Obi-Wan. I have seen how strong he is."
Obi-Wan nodded. If Qui-Gon were dead, he would know it. He would feel it.
"I know you want to find him. Thank you for staying here with me."
"I wouldn't know where to start," Obi-Wan confessed. "We don't know why the bounty hunter was hired."
"We know she tried to steal that datapad," Astri said. "So we know there is information on it that is valuable to someone. And we know that datapad belonged to Jenna Zan Arbor. Fligh stole it from her."
"But he also stole Senator S'orn's datapad," Obi-Wan pointed out. "So the connection to the bounty hunter could lie there. Your friend Fligh is dead and cannot give us answers. And even if we did find out who hired the bounty hunter, we still don't know where she would take Qui-Gon."
Astri nodded. "But you will find him," she said. "The Jedi can do anything."
She stood, wincing as she did so. Astri had a wrenched shoulder, as well as bumps and bruises from being dragged down the mountainside, a prisoner of the bounty hunter's whip.
"Are you all right?" Obi-Wan asked. "The medic could give you something for the pain."
"No, I want to stay alert. What about you?" Astri asked Obi-Wan. "How is your leg?"
Obi-Wan felt the bandage on his thigh. His leg had been sliced by the spiking of the bounty hunter's whip. The wound had been bathed in a bacta tank. It would heal. Already the pain was ebbing.
And Qui-Gon? Have his wounds been attended to?
Astri prowled around the small waiting room. It was designed for comfort and calm, in colors of pale blue and white. The seating areas were grouped for both privacy and intimacy.
Astri looked out at the view of Coruscant. "I am so grateful to the Jedi. The healers and medics have been so good. I just wish they were faster."
The door to the inner treatment rooms opened. The Jedi healer, Winna Di Yuni, came toward them, dressed in the light blue tunic of a medic. Obi- Wan had been glad when Winna had taken over Didi's care. She was an elder Jedi, tall and strong, with a gentle manner. She was renowned for her great skill as a diagnostician. She had a vast knowledge of all the diseases in the galaxy.
Now Obi-Wan's heart beat faster when he saw the look on Winna's face.
He knew in a sudden flash that she was not bringing good news. He stood, and Astri quickly crossed to his side.
Winna looked at Astri kindly and gestured for them to take a seat.
She sat opposite them. "We have done all we can for your father," she said.
"It is up to Didi now. His life energy is very low. He himself must find the strength to fight."
Obi-Wan saw Astri swallow. "His wounds are bad?" he asked.
Winna nodded. "Very bad, I'm afraid. But that is not the only problem. Infection has set in, an infection that we cannot identify. We are searching all our data banks. I did not want to come out here until we found out what infection this is, but you need to know what is happening."