no, she's not.
cliegg lars. shmi is my wife.  come on inside. we have a lot to talk about.
it was just before dawn. they came out of nowhere. a hunting party of tusekn raiders.
your mother had gone out early, like she always did, to pick mushrooms that grow on the vaporatos. from the tracks, she was about halfway when they took her. those tuskens walk like men, but they're vicious, mindless monsters. thirty of us went out after her. four of us came back. three more are still out there looking. i'd be with them, only.  i just couldn't ride any more.  until i heal.
this isn't the way i wanted to meet you, son. this isn't how your mother and i planned it. i don't want to give up on her, but she's been gone a month. there's little hope she's lasted this long.
she's daed, son. accept it.