Phone Call.

"She's almost seven months pregnant! How could she escape from full-grown men!." Mark shouts into the phone, his rage increasing at the incompetence of his staff.

"We- we-were so very sorry sir." The voice on the line stammers. Mark was sure that the man was probably pissing himself where he stands.

Mark scoffs In derision. "You will be." He promises darkly before hanging up.

He presses his hands to his aching temple, his thoughts whirling around in his brain at breakneck speed.

Rebecca has escaped and at this rate, he knows that she won't come back and by now it's probably too late for an abortion.

"Damnit!." He curses before throwing his phone at the wall. The screen cracks before breaking into little pieces but he gives no thought to that right now.

His mind races as he tries to process the implications of the information. The maid they had been searching for, the one who had abruptly left after Leia's accident, was still pregnant and on the run. Mark's heart sank at the realisati