Her focus quickly left her once more and she felt her knees buckle. She felt dizzy once again. She just about fell again, when Keith swooped down and scooped her up in his arms.<br/><br/>"Whoo, Okay then." she muttered, "You don't have to..."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Just relax. You went into overload."</span>he said. Rosette simply nodded as he began carrying her into her apartment building and to the lift. She listened to him as he spoke, watching the city streets get smaller through the glass elevator walls below.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> "I know how you feel. The feeling of ones presence. The ability to sense others and things around you. As if a ripple in the air or an echo in your ear." He said softly. "Strange things have been occurring. Never figured this would be a place where the strangeness would begin to occur." He carried her towards the building she had spoken of. He held her as if she weighed nothing. "What do you know of the things outside of this world? Are you aware that in all the worlds in the universe this is the one place such a skill has never naturally occurred." He looked at her. "Tell me if I am wrong or right. You can tell things even without seeing them? Feel the presence of others? Find things in places you have never been? Maybe had things react to emotions or move by seemingly no known force?" He said. Listing off things as if merely holding a conversation.</span><br/><br/>Rosette's eyes went wider as she listened the doors opened to her floor and he stepped out into the hall, seeming to turn the right way instinctively.<br/><br/>She pointed to her door and pulled her ID card from her bag, passing in front of the lock to open the door.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Never...in all my years...was Earth a place for such a gift to show up. Tides are changing...it seems." He looked down at her with a smile. "Would it put you more at ease if I told you that I knew exactly how you feel? If I knew exactly what you were talking about Rosette? What do you know of those documentaries...called Star Wars?" he asked with a chuckle.</span><br/><br/>Rosette's mind was racing. They were now in the porch of her apartment, just him standing there with her in his arms. Her face turned red and he finally blinked and tore her eyes away from his.<br/><br/>"Um, I can walk now, thank you." she said as she stood up. She removed her shoes, his words still blaring in her head, yet her body seemed to move on it's own, "Please come in. Can I get you something?"<br/><br/>She went to the kitchen and began boiling water for tea as if on auto pilot. She hoped he came in and made himself comfortable at least while she shamefully ignored him. She felt embarrassed beyond belief that she had told him about what she could do, and even more so that he went along with it to make her feel better. She doubted he believed her, but she paused as she went to pour the tea as a thought crossed her mind. How did he make those thugs go away without throwing a punch?<br/><br/>Maybe he is telling the truth and he is like her...<br/><br/>This Star Wars thing. She had seen the movies a long time ago. A story about a distant galaxy a long, long time ago, or so the scrolling wall of text told at the beginning of all the movies. They were ancient films made back in the 21st century that was supposed to be science fiction, but much later turned out to be true when contact was made with the Galactic Federation Triumvirate on Coruscant. Some predicted the writers of the ancient movie may have been influenced by the Force and foretold the events of the future in the distant galaxy. With the Star Wars Galaxy so far away there have rarely been pilgrimages back and forth, let alone any proof on Earth of this mysterious Force. Rosette had never made the connection before between what she can do and the Force. It would have just as well been science fiction here on Earth. Like Magic or something.<br/><br/>She came out of the kitchen and handed him a mug of tea, then sat across from him with her own. She took a careful sip then winced as the swallow flexed the stiff muscles in her neck.<br/><br/>"So, you're saying you can feel other people like me?" she asked, "And that it has something to do with this so called 'Force' thing in those movies? She set her cup on the coffee table, "Next you'll be telling me you're one of those Jedi from that distant Star Wars Galaxy, right? She added sarcastically.