The gentle sound of the Ghost's engine was gone, leaving nothing but a eerie scratching sound behind. Other than that, the entire ship was silent. Kanan faintly wondered where the others were, and why he couldn't hear their voices. He wondered the ship aimlessly, finding the entire ship void of life. Everything around him seemed off. His steps echoed as he searched each room, finding nothing. Sabine's art that was scattered on the ship was no where to be found, and Ezra's Stormtrooper helmets had apparently gone missing. In fact, everything was gone. Even the couch. The air around him felt heavy and strange, and nothing around him made sense. Whatever was going on, Kanan didn't understand a thing. And he still found the deafening silence to be peculiar. As he rounded the corner and into the Cockpit, he realized why.

No one was flying the Ghost. Instead, it floated gently in space, as if on an ocean wave. Kanan gawked at the vast emptiness that surrounded him. Where in the world was Hera, and why wasn't she flying the ship?

Suddenly, the floor underneath him trembled and collapsed, and the darkness outside the ship engulfed him. He gasped for breath, knowing very well that there was no way he'd survive this. But even as he suffocated from the lack of oxygen, he didn't seem any closer to dying. In fact, he didn't seem to be out of breath at all. It made so sense to Kanan, and yet, there he was, floating in space.

After what seemed like centuries, he spotted a small but significant source of light up ahead. His first thought was that it was one of the many stars of the galaxy, but as it approached him at an alarming speed, he began to doubt himself. The light was piercing up close, forcing the darkness back. And with the light, came pain unlike any other. It felt as if his body had been thrown into a fire, burning like engine fuel. In seconds, the heat became too much and he screamed, his voice falling short in his throat. He could feel himself being smothered in flames. This time he really was going to die.

Kanan woke up with sweat on his brow, panting. The heat from his dream was gone, leaving chills behind. The light seemed to simmer down from what it was, and the hum of the engine was back. Kanan blinked repeatedly, until his eyes adjusted to the familiar surroundings. Above his face, was Ezra looking concerned, his hair wild and wind blown. Sabine and Zeb stood beside him, both of them staring.

"Kanan, are you alright? You were kind of like... thrashing around in your sleep. We started to get a bit worried."

Kanan groaned and sat up, realizing that he'd fallen asleep on the couch. The couch that had magically reappeared. He must have been asleep for awhile if the others had already gotten back from the supply run.

"I'm fine. Just a bad dream." He mumbled. "You get the supplies?"

Ezra wrinkled his brow at Kanan but nodded. "Yep. It's all on board. I think Hera said we're leaving Lothal in a bit. Something about fixing the Com first."

"What? What's wrong with the Com?"

Ezra stuttered, rubbing a hand on his neck. Sabine turned away, refusing to make eye contact. And Zeb cleared his throat multiple times. He hissed at Ezra for opening his mouth. Kanan narrowed his eyes at the three of them.

"Ezra, What happened?"

"Well... Sabine and Zeb and I were just gonna hang out a bit before going on the supply run, but you already fell asleep on the couch. And, well, it's kind of awkward to whisper to each other while someone's asleep right in the middle. So..."

"So what?"

"We figured we could just stay in our rooms and use the Com... but then Zeb and I got into a screaming match, and then Sabine joined in. But then Chopper tried cutting us from the Com, And... Long story short, the Com sorta malfunctioned..."

"You're joking."

Ezra laughed pitifully while Zeb and Sabine hung their heads. Kanan simply glared that the three of them, more exhausted than angry. He let out a deep breath and flopped back down on the couch. They looked to each other in desperation, then back to Kanan.

Sabine pushed in front of Ezra, a forced smile on her face. "But don't worry Kanan, We'll go help Hera fix it right now." She grabbed onto Zeb and Ezra and tugged them through the door. They followed without hesitating, leaving Kanan alone. He closed his eyes again, still feeling weary from the nightmare. It happens every night and yet it never seems to make sense. He'd search the ship with no one around, then fall into space, then burn alive. If there was any hidden meaning behind the dreams, he wasn't getting the big picture. Kanan chuckled to himself, thinking of all the cryptic meanings Master Yoda would get from his dream. He was never very good with all the Jedi messages and things.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when the door slid open, revealing Hera's green skinned figure. She looked just as exhausted as Kanan, though she still managed to smile. He felt his mouth twitch up; Hera had a charm to her that always pulled him out of his despair. He sat up, making room for her to sit.

She plopped down next to him, sighing. "The Com is gonna need some work before we can leave, so get comfortable." She stopped when she noticed the bags under Kanan's eyes, instantly understanding. Another thing that Kanan loved about her.

"Another nightmare?"

He didn't answer, but the silence was enough confirmation. Hera gently placed a hand on his shoulder, sympathetic. He placed his hand over hers, taking in her warmth.

"It's just a bad dream Hera, I'm fine."

"Kanan..."

"I said I'm fine." He watched as her lips shaped into a frown, seeing through his lie. Typical for the two of them. Instead of prying, she gave his shoulder a small squeeze and stood. With one last concerned glance, she made her way back to the Cockpit. That is, until a shout of anger and a series of beeps sounded outside the door. She jumped out of the way just in time to have Chopper burst in with Ezra on top of him, a wrench in one hand.

"You broke it too, you rust bucket! Now help us fix it!"

Chopper swerved in circles, and Ezra yelped as he toppled onto the floor at Hera's feet. He stopped yelling after taking one look at her face. Kanan stifled a laugh at the pure fear that showed in Ezra's eyes. None of them noticed Chopper as he fled out the door, his robotic arms flailing dramatically.

"I'll... just go fix the Com now..."

He stumbled back out the door, chasing after Chopper once again. Hera let out a deep breath and rolled her eyes at Kanan. They exchanged. a look of understanding. Sometimes, it felt as if they were married with children.

"I'll go make sure the kids don't mess up something else." She stopped just before making her way back to the Cockpit. "Please... Try and relax, dear."

He nodded, watching her go. Kanan could hear her scolding the kids outside the door and he smiled. With a stretch, he stood, preparing himself for another day as a Rebel.

If only he had realized what was to come in the future.