Paul Atreides was back on Caladan with his family after passing few weeks on Arrakis. The Caladan rain and mist was a contrast from the sand, dust and heat of the Arrakis desert.

He was sitting at his desk, writing a letter to allies on a foreign planet, before he paused, feeling a prickle on his spine. His senses picked up on the fact he was being watched, that peculiar feeling.

He suddenly got off the chair, and a fraction of a second later, he tried to attack the stranger but his wrist was caught immediately, he gasped slightly off guard; but he raised a cynical eyebrow at his aggressor.

"Did you really think you could catch me off-guard?" He said arrogantly looking at the face of that mysterious woman.