Alethea felt, saw, and heard everything that her companion did. But her own perception went beyond this. As her mind stretched across the vast planet, she did not yet find the Sith. But she did find the presence of a boy, with a great strength in the Force, yet untrained. He was important, she noted, or at least he would be. Thal-ion's visions were enough to suggest this. She thought it not coincidence that he saw these particular visions now. Visions of the boy podracing, of Obi-Wan Kenobi speaking on a holocron, of Qui-Gon screaming. These were clues, or at least she thought so.<br/><br/>Using her own gift, she focused for a moment on the boy. Her own gift allowed her to see within the boy, to see what Thal-ion could not. This was, indeed, Anakin Skywalker. And the woman with him was his mother, Shmi. With the knowledge she had gleaned and what Thal-ion saw in his vision, she suspected that, perhaps, her capture by the Sand People would play a role in his fall to the Dark Side. She could not be certain, as she had little real evidence, but it was her deduction. She made noted of this as something to remember, something to consider as they thought of what they might choose to influence in their journey. If that was a part of the reason for his fall, removing the circumstances might effect this, but then, there was no way to tell what might become of the change, nor was it certain that removing one factor would prevent the fall. Nevertheless, she would remember it.<br/><br/>Then came the vision of the Zabrak, Darth Maul. He was quite menacing, filled with rage and hate. Immediately her mind reached out across the planet once more, but his presence was still not there. She let out a sigh of relief, quietly, and then began to search beyond the planet. He was coming, she knew this, but when he would be here was another question. If she could find him, then she could predict his arrival. And so her mind stretched on, searching, until she found him, still on Coruscant.<br/><br/>It was quite a long distance to cover, but it was easier than she might have expected. She saw him standing in a room, but he wasn't alone. He was talking to someone, an older man who was shrouded in the Dark Side. It was far more powerful with him than with Maul, or either of the other two Sith they had faced. He was no doubt the most powerful Sith she had ever encountered, and a most deadly foe he would be. His face was hard to distinguish beneath the dark cloak he wore, although she thought that she would remember his presence quite well.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, she wanted to linger, to catch a glimpse of his face, but it was harder and harder to hold on. She might have delved into his mind, but she thought it would be a poor decision to risk invading his mind even if it were not guarded, as she may, in doing so, reveal her presence to him. Likewise, it was risky to remain, either to discover any details of him, or to try to figure out what they were discussing. The longer she lingered, the more likely it was that her presence in the Force might be noticed.<br/><br/>Just as she was about to pull herself back, he moved, turning towards the window in the room, and his face became visible. She took note of the face she saw and immediately drew herself away, lest her presence become known to him. She gasped lightly when she came back to herself, having to open her eyes for a moment to reorient herself, to distance herself from the darkness she had felt.<br/><br/>If nothing else, they now knew his face and his presence, as they knew that Darth Maul was not yet on his way here. This brought her needed relief, and she sighed, regaining her senses and fighting off the small headache that built in the base of her skull. To look so far was not an easy feat. Indeed, even many Masters could not accomplish such a thing. It was taxing, to be sure, and not without consequence. But it had been well worth it.<br/><br/>She took a deep breath, her eyes falling on her companion. Not much needed to be said. They had already shared everything that either had seen through the Force. And while she had withdrawn herself a bit, she had remained open to him, as much as she could. "Well, that was certainly fruitful," she spoke up as she massaged the bridge of her nose, up between her eyebrows, trying to stave off the growing ache. "We have much to think on, and perhaps much to do," she added, a small strain in her voice from the growing pulse of pain in her skull. "Where do you think we should begin?" she asked, both desiring his opinion and knowing that her own mind was too muddled for the moment to truly form a coherent plan. She needed a moment to push the pain back behind her walls, to calm the pain to a dull ache, and then she would be more able to share her own thoughts.