With those three words, Padme's world dropped out from under her. Releasing Obi-Wan, her hand flew to her mouth as tears sprung to her eyes. "No... no, he can't be..."

But Obi-Wan wouldn't lie to her. Not about that. The tears fell freely and her face crumbled. Her other arm protectively held her belly while she sobbed. She'd been too late. She must have been. Whether he was dead or lost to the Dark Side, he was lost to her. That mean everything she'd ever loved was gone. The Republic, Democracy, Anakin... what else was there but her children, now? To make things even worse, she wasn't even in her own time... What was she going to do?