I've been training since coming to the Island. I've been exercising, keeping fit, and testing and changing my fighting style. Even so, I can't help but wonder if, spending so long in this place, whether my battle senses are still being honed, or are atrophying.

When Luke comes into my room, however, I'm asleep, but I soon get my answer. Something makes me wake up instantly and stay very, very still. My conscious mind hasn't figured out what day it is, but my subconscious is ringing alarm bells. Something is wrong.

And Luke is standing over my bed, with a sword, with a familiar, yet nearly forgotten, glint in his eye.

"Luke," I said, keeping my voice level. "What are you doing?"