AN: Oh, hey, this story still exists.

Humming to himself, the man went about his small, open-air garden with a watering can, tending to the vegetables he grew alongside some non-native flowers he fancied. He would have included some fruit in the selection, but the chilled mountain air of Alderaan made that a rather impractical decision. A real shame, since the prices for his favorite grapes at the local markets were near criminal.

The snap-krayts, a pretty bloom with an atrocious name, seemed to be under attack from insects and he made a mental note to purchase a new can of pesticides before the damage was critical. A cursory examination also told him that he'd need to find a better suiting mulch for the Ithor tomatoes; they weren't growing at the rate or size that healthy specimens should have despite their renowned robust quality. Perhaps some dewback dung could help them along instead of the compost material he'd been favoring. A bit more of an expense, but he'd be willing if the turnout topped that of last year; they basically paid for themselves when he sold them to the other vendors at the markets.

Besides these points of notice, he really didn't have anything more to do out here and slipped back into his house. A basic affair, it provided him heat, shelter and privacy, though little else, and wasn't of a size for more than one person to live in comfortably or for more than one guest at a time. Rather fortuitously, he never received visitors so that matter was quite neatly resolved.

Well it would have been, if the man in the brown cloak wasn't standing in his front room, regarding the wood carvings hung on the wall next to the entrance with polite interest.

He stopped for a second, alarmed that he hadn't felt anything through the Force to alert him of this newcomer. Was he an imperial spy? Just force-sensitive enough and trained to mask his presence to better hunt possible Jedi survivors? That wasn't the only possible explanation here, but it was far and away the most pressing, so he discreetly directed a tendril of the Force to his concealed lightsaber in the empty vase by the kitchen module, ready to summon it to his hand in an instant.

"Greetings stranger! I didn't hear you enter, so you'll have to forgive my rudeness for not answering the door. Is there something I can help you with?"

"Oh, perhaps," the man demurred, still looking at the carvings. His hair was a near pure white, kept short and tidy to perhaps accentuate the well groomed beard that encircled his mouth and chin. "I came looking for a man I directed her some seventeen years ago now." The stranger turned towards him, and a thrill of recognition shot through him as he saw the small, mischievous smile that had been legendary in the Jedi Temple. "Last I heard, his name was Ferus Olin, but he does have a habit of changing that every so often."

"Obi-Wan!" Ferus couldn't help the exclamation, smiling wider than he had in years as he stepped forward to clap his hands on the former master's shoulders. "By the Force, you've gotten so old!"

"Kind of you to notice." Obi-Wan too felt relief at having found the other Jedi. It had taken him several months to track the recluse down while keeping a low profile, and it was vindicating for that work to pay off. (At the least, Alderaan was infinitely better a planet to wander around on than Tatooine was, what with actual water content in the air.) "If you'll forgive the presumption, might I suggest we sit down and have some tea? There is much we need to discuss, I'm afraid."

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AN: Alright, this is not the actual chapter, just a sort of "I'm still alive and this story isn't on hiatus" teaser. I've been pecking at this one chapter for months with little progress, but it most definitely isn't a dropped project just yet, so don't despair!

Buuuut, while I have you here, would you guys mind helping me out with something? This story needs a new name. 'TLBitLY' is super snappy and just rolls off the tongue and all, but it really doesn't befit a STAR WARS story. It's also kinda angsty, which isn't what this story is going to be centered around - just some Obi-Wan moping early on and Darth Vader being a downer. We need something more lively and epic, like the titles of the six movies but without overstepping our bounds as a fanfiction. Bad things happen when people start thinking their fanfics are official. Really...really bad things happen...

*Ahem* yes, so, let's hear some ideas! If enough suggestions are made, we might even have a poll! Wouldn't that be exciting? A bit of community involvement to spice things up?

Okay, I'll go now.