Zeyn led the way into the cave, Danni following along behind him. His sides were on fire from two hours of virtually non-stop running, adrenaline and the Force keeping him moving, away from the horrific slaughterhouse of the village. Danni was barely upright, completely fatigued from the exertion and gasping for breath. “In here,” Zeyn told her tersely as he entered, holding his carbine one-handed with the glowlamp activated as he led them into the cave. “Hold up,” Zeyn said. “This way,” he told her. “It’s going to be cold.” “Get behind me,” he instructed Danni. “Is there any other way in?” “Hmm?”