The harsh ice stung to the commander's skin as he wrestled about in the snow, deliriously attempting to escape the hazardous conditions that surrounded him. Resist, he writhed in anguish as his muscles failed to react, spasming out of control. There was still much that needed to be done – so much left to say and so much left to act – and Luke Skywalker wasn't ready to give up just yet.

But there were only blinding flashes of white and empty expanses of black, depending on when he closed and opened his eyes. Everything seemed to be spinning around and his thoughts turned more to mush the longer he pressed on and tried to fight the delirium. It was so hard to concentrate, thoughts were swarming all around and struggling for domination – he had to focus. All his attention needed to go to one thought, one idea. He pushed and probed until one final phrase throbbed in his head: "Dagobah."

"Easy, kid," a voice spoke out of the light, an empty nothingness caressing his blistered and battered cheek. Luke jerked back in response as he felt something finger the wounds that ran across his face, yelping quietly as the phantom touch ran across the broken bone and cartilage of his nose, turning away. "I don't know what happened to you but I'm not gonna go anywhere," the phantom whispered, "you're gonna be fine."

"Dagobah," Luke whimpered, pushing against the figure and struggling to move.

"You can't move, kid, you're exhausted. Lie down, try to wind down."

The young man shook his head, only halfway parsing the words as his eyes glistened. "I can't, Dagobah," he relentlessly stated, holding his hands up above him and reaching out to an endless sea of white. "Ben – he told me to go there, to Dagobah," he whispered out defiantly. "Go to Yoda."

"Kid, you're not making any sense-" Luke flailed in frustration at the voice, throwing his arms and legs into the air, desperately trying to regain his composure and sanity as everything was sent spiraling downward. His breathing grew harsher and shallower with every second, hysteria soon possibly setting in. The voice paused as Luke struggled. "Oh, you know what," the voice suddenly changed tone and was softer, more delicate. "I must be mistaken. This is Dagobah."

"Dagobah," the man whispered in wonder, bringing down his limbs and finding composure in his breathing. His eyes rolled back in solace as he nestled himself into place, feeling a deep warmth cover and surround his being, as if pulled into the embrace of another. "Yoda."

"It's me, Han – you know what? Sure, yeah, I'm Yoda," said back to the young Jedi. "Whatever that is. Lie down here with me, kid, you've gotta relax and get some sleep if you want to get better. Try to do that for me, please," it pleaded but Luke had long since closed his eyes and sunken deep into slumber. "You've got a long road ahead of you after this, kid."