Alex and Hannah

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Part One In Media Res

With some trepidation, Alex approached the mirror. "Alex Guiness wouldn't be too bad," he thought. "Ewan McGregor would be better." When he looked, however, it was his own familiar face that stared back at him. But wait. Where were his glasses? "I guess Jedi don't need glasses." Before, without them, Alex functioned at about the white cane level. Now, he couldn't even remember when he lost them.

"How long has it been?" he glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Ninety minutes, an hour and a half and Hannah wes not there! Dread crept into his heart. Surely the hotel room would be the logical place to come to. She was a creature of logic now, wasn't she? There were two other costumes. What were they? He didn't think to ask. It wasn't important then, it was all too vital now.

There was nothing for it but to find her. He would leave a note telling her to stay put, if she came while he was gone. First, he would get out of his Jedi garb, no sense in setting off another Sith Lord.