For three hours Obi-Wan lay in his cubicle’s hard bed, slowing and
synchronizing his body’s rhythms to maximize the restorative benefits.
Where an ordinary mind and body wavered in and out of the mental
and physical zones of recuperation, every minute spent in this extreme
state was worth three minutes of ordinary slumber. He emerged
rested and ready, packing his gear and rendezvousing with Kit for the
flight to Cestus.