They reached the street. Wedge was struck sideways by a blast of intense light; he stumbled, threw up his sleeve to block the glare. "Sithspit! What's that?"

"Thats the sun, Wedge. It's after dawn."

"Well, it offends me. Turn it off."

"It's a hundred and thirty, hundred and fourty million klicks from here."

"Go up in your X-Wing and shoot it down for me."

"You're acting very strangely, chief. Come on, this way." Janson tugged Wedge in the direction of their quarters. "Something else odd happened during the night."

"What?"

"In the darkest, quiestest hours - you hardly ever even heard someone swinging on a cable from balcony to balcony, and there were barely two knife fights out there to keep me awake - I thought I heard breathing."

Wedge afforded him an amused glance. "You breathe, don't you? In between fits of bragging, that is."

Janson shook his head, for once completely serious. "When I was just sitting there with my back to the wall, I thought I heard the creak of someone on the stairs. Coming up, I think. I turned to look around the corner and there was no one to be seen... though the entire stairwell wasn't lit, of course. Someone could have been standing in the deepest shadows, the way I was in that hallway. I waited and didn't hear anything more, and then I held my breath and listened. I thought I heard someone breathing over there, but eventually there was a roaring in my ears-"

"That old lack of oxygen thing will get you every time. How much brain damage did you suffer?"

"Wedge..."

"And, more importantly, was it to any of the parts of the brain that you use, or was it in the majority portion?"

"Wedge... I really think someone was spying."

"Well, you should have introduced yourself." Wedge moved over to the street curb and walked along its very edge, balancing like a high-wire walker.

"Wedge, stop acting like a kid. You're embarrassing me."