Time ticked past and the peace in the little cavern was so absolute that it was easy to forget the Jedi was there and that the rakghouls were still lurking somewhere beyond the cave-in, to become immersed in the methodical and concrete comfort of work.  It was cool, and the steady drip of water was a quiet monotone almost as soothing as the steady whoosh of the HVAC on a starship.  And then there came a low, harsh sound that cut through the calm, a glance toward the source revealing that Johte had begun to slump, his head sagging toward his chest- and was snoring.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>