He was not smiling. He was not happy. He was not alone. He was crawling, suspended, under the train carriage with a remarkably agile woman.

He did think this was the most interesting assignment he had had for as long as he could remember. First the dogs lie, then the young warrior appeared. His businessman's suit was now in tatters, his clean hands greasy, the millstone around his neck... the woman. He thought about her as he looked past his feet at the woman crawling, with him, hand over greasy hand, towards the locomotive of the train. She was keeping up with him. He was surprised. He liked her. He smiled his smile.

Natasha looked up at him and smiled back.

"Bumblers, all of them." said Rook as he lead the small group over a fence and into the grounds of the exclusive Chautauqua Institution. "They have no idea who they are looking for and why. Trust me, if Obi-Wan got out of the train, he will elude those local-yokels."

Tayanna turned to him and nodded, "That loco is following us... yes, and someone is with him...?"

"How do the dogs know there is someone with him, Tay?" Nasrin asked.

Tayanna did not know how to answer her, mostly because Tayanna knew who that someone was.