Hard, oil-scented air was the first thing Caleb felt as he slowly regained consciousness. Then the turbulence, rocking the entire dark room he barely saw through half-closed eyes. As he turned to look back, his head started aching like it has been trampled by a stampede of wild Banthas. Trying to stand up he realized that he had been tied up, seemingly to a pillar of some sort. He felt the area with his hand, and felt a touch of a soft-skinned hand, long fingers touching him back.