Obi-Wan was not aware of how much time passed while he knelt on the floor of his cage. His mind was connected to the Force, and he reached out within it for hours or maybe days, looking for the ebb and flow of life and technology and emotion. Looking for patterns. Looking for the blanks spaces he could slip through.

It took time to find them. Suzie and Jim were thorough and careful, but they weren't perfect and they didn't really know what he was capable of. They weren't familiar with the Force. They didn't know what it allowed him to see.

It was late at night when he opened the door of his cell, his hood up, and moved quietly, undetected through the halls. He crawled through an upper window, jumping easily to the ground three stories below and landing lightly on his feet. He looked back, up at the hulking shape of the building, then faded away into the dark.