The children went up the stairs to their rooms, still chattering about the story. All except for the little girl. She paused at the top of the steps with a quizzical look on her face. "Is Boba Fett a good guy or a bad guy?" He considered that for a moment. "That's a question only you can answer," he said finally. The girl shrugged her shoulders and bounded up the stairs, leaving the Storyteller alone with his thoughts. Well, not quite alone.
"How long have you been sitting there?" the Storyteller asked.
"You tell me," came the flat, filtered response. The Storyteller turned toward the shadowed booth from which agray and green-garbed figure emerged. Boba Fett stood before the Storyteller, arms folded across his armored chest.
