A boy about eight years old with brown hair and brown eyes stood in the front yard of his home, watching eagerly for any sign of his father's approach.

"Han, come inside," Jaina Solo called.

"But, Mom, Dad said he was almost here."

Just then, he heard the sound of a speeder. Turning to look he recognized his father's speeder bike.

"He's here!"

The man pulled into the yard and greeted by his hyperactive son. He grinned as the boy bounced towards him and swept him up into his arms.

"It's a little hot to be standing around outside isn't it, Han?" his father asked in his rumbling baritone.

The boy grinned and shook his head.

"Not when I'm waitin' for you."

The man chuckled and carried Han inside.

"Hello, Jaina."

"Hello, Jordan."

Jordan Drake put Han down, leaned over, and gave Jaina a kiss on the cheek.

Not for the first time, Han saw the differences between his parents. Jordan was far older than Jaina, an elderly man with a silver beard and silver hair cut short and slicked back from his forehead, both holding traces of their original dark color. He had intense brown eyes that sometimes seemed to look into your very soul. He was also very tall. He towered over Jaina at a hulking 6' 5". Jaina was in her mid to late thirties, had long brown hair, and blue eyes. She stood only at 5' 8".

They weren't married, and Jordan was only there on occasions, especially since the Clones Wars had begun a year ago. When he was there, he always impressed Han at how fit and energetic he was, easily romping around with his son. Han's favorite game with his father was wrestling on the family room floor.

Jordan came as often as he could each year, but, one year, when Han was ten, he didn't come. Han waited and waited, but he never came.

Jordan had abandoned them.

As Han got older he became bitter towards his father. He never found out why Jordan abandoned them, and after a while, he didn't even care anymore.