The moments following Sabine's proclamation were shrouded in silence. Her eyes darted between the still figured, trying to read some flicker of emotion. Did they believe her? Did they understand what was at stake?

Jacen was the first to break the silence. "Well, obviously he's still alive. This is Ezra we're talking about. Ezra Bridger."

"That's enough, Jacen," Hera said, reviving from her stunned silence. "Don't think you're off the hook just because Sabine is here. Go to your room."

"Mom, I'm nine years old and a Jedi! You can't tell me what to do!"

"Room. Now."

Jacen glared at her and stormed away, stomping harder with his feet than was really necessary. Hera watched him go. She sighed, rubbing her eyes as she did so.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with him," she murmured.

"He has the heart of the whole rebellion in him," Kallus agreed.

"But what are we going to do about Ezra?" Sabine reminded everyone. "The trail is cold, but I have a few ideas of where we can start looking."

Zeb folded his arms. "That kid wouldn't have stopped trying to get back unless something was stopping him." Sabine couldn't tell if he was agreeing or disagreeing.

"Perhaps his lack of a ship with a hyperspace drive has delayed him?" Kallus suggested. "It's a long trip back to Lothal otherwise."

Relief flooded through Sabine. They believed her. They were going to help. "If we start looking now, we can probably find him before he gets into too much trouble. It will be just like old times."

"Sabine . . ." Hera stopped, looking both ashamed and concerned. "I can't go hunting around looking for Ezra. I want him to be alive as much as anyone, but I have a family to worry about. Jacen." She hesitated for a long moment. When her voice spoke again, it was much quieter than before. "You remember what it was like in the days of the rebellion."

"Yeah, we were finally doing something right," Zeb said. "Finally helping people."

"We almost died, Zeb Orellious." Her voice caught. "Kanan . . ."

Sabine looked at the ground. This time she didn't have to look around to know what was clearly written on everyone's faces.

Sorrow. Guilt. Shame.

"I can't lose Jacen, too," Hera whispered.

"This isn't like last time," Sabine promised.  "The Empire is finished.  There's no more war.  All we're doing is finding Ezra."

"I can't.  I'm sorry.  Jacen and I won't be getting involved."  Hera turned to exit the room.  "I hope you find him, if that means anything."

Sabine watched her leave.  That was it.  The search was dead before it had even begun.  Without Hera, they couldn't use the Ghost.  And without the Ghost, they couldn't follow Ezra.

"We can use my ship," Ahsoka offered.  Sabine glanced up.  She had forgotten Ahsoka was even there.  "Ezra saved my life.  He told me to come find him.  It's my turn to return the favor."

"Are you guys coming?" Sabine asked, watching Kallus and Zeb carefully.

"You know I'm coming," Zeb rumbled, cracking his knuckles and rolling his shoulders.

"And I as well," Kallus agreed. "I owe Ezra."

"Then I suggest we get going." Sabine put on her helmet. "We don't have Chopper since he's staying with Hera and Jacen, so one of us needs to make a list of all the hyperspace lanes that Ezra might have been taken through."

"I can run the calculations through my computer," Ahsoka said.

"And I'll help you sort through them to find the most likely ones," Kallus added. They left, probably to climb back on Ahsoka's ship. Within moments Zeb and Sabine were standing alone in the loading bay.

"Just like old times, right?" Zeb asked.

"Just like old times," Sabine agreed, but she didn't mean it.

The rebel family was broken apart, but she would put it back together. She had to.