It has been fifteen years. Fifteen years too long. That was the last time I saw him. We were trained by Master Skywalker until the fire started. I was one of the lucky ones. Most of the others didn't survive.

But enough of that. The point is that I'm here. I found it. Kylo's command shuttle. I sneak on. I run down a few corridors, avoiding stormtroopers in the process. Ifind a room with the door open. I look inside. There is no one inside and it's completely empty apart from a bed. I go inside and shut the door behind me. I'm really tired. I rub my eyes. The only place to sleep is this bed. I take off my shoes and get under the covers. I'm still wearing my T-shirt and shorts. I pull the covers over my head, even though the door is closed and no one can see me. You never know though. I close my eyes.


I snap my eyes open. There's a noise. It's the door opening. Someone is here. I keep the covers over my head. This person is walking around the room. They lift the covers to get into the bed. It's a guy, shirtless. Trying not to shake the bed, I turn my back to him. I force myself to go back to sleep.