I feel like. . . I don't know. . . STRANGE VOICE: Feel like what? Luke jumps out of his skin. Artoo screeches in terror. The young warrior grabs for his lightsaber as he spins.

Flight 353 Joe Carpenter sat on a quiet beach in Florida in the shade of a palm tree watching the sea. Here the tides came to shore more gently than in California licking the sand with a tropical languor and the ocean seemed not at all like a machine. He was a different man from the one who had fled the fire in the San Bernardino Mountains. His hair was longer now bleached both by chemicals and by the sun..
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Was to remove the ashes of the boys’ mother that had been sequestered in the cave a year earlier according to Malama’s solemn instructions. Rogi and the boys had found the interior of Keaku Cave mysteriously decorated with leis of gorgeous island flowers and fragrant berries. The box containing Teresa Kendall’s ashes was as clean and dry as it had been when they left it. Sitting in the cave now knowing that the unseen Lylmik Overlord lurked close at hand the old man seemed once again to smell the anise scent of mokihana. He remembered Marc a stalwart sixteen-year-old and Ti-Jean apparently only a precocious toddler on their knees beside the small polished pine box holding their mother’s remains. They had asked Rogi to carry the urn to their waiting rhocraft since he had been her protector during the greatest crisis of her life. Teresa’s ashes had been scattered.
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