-As you may have noticed (or not), i try to add more to the story everyday, so keep expecting more chapters until it is finally complete.-

Chapter Two

Cloud City, Bespin:

Luke settled himself into the room, along with R2-D2. Artoo made a series of beeps.

"It was nice of Lando to give us a room." He told Artoo. He took a second to lie down. Artoo wheeled around in various corners of the room. The droid hummed as he moved along, exploring the enviroment. Luke shifted around in various positions until he was comfortable. He turned his attention to his artificial hand, the one Darth Vader previously severed off with a lightsaber, the day was still fresh in his mind. He sighed, and held a pillow close to him. His eyelids grew heavy, and he decided to take a nap. In his dream, he reenacted the day he fought Vader for the first time, reliving the sting of those agonizingly painful words, 'I am your father...' then he fell. He was falling, a rush of air can be felt behind him as he fell down the shaft, into darkness, like the rough wind in his hair. That was when he woke up, with a cold sweat. He sat up panting, holding the pillow in his lap. He put his hand to his forehead to wipe away the perspiration, running his fingers through his bangs in the process. He felt his chest contract and relax. Artoo vocalized a series of concerned beeps.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." He reassured the droid, petting the top of his dome. Again Artoo beeped. Luke took a moment to look upon his hand, and touched his face with it. It felt cold. He shuddered, and put his face in his hands.

Sick Bay, Rebel Station:

Wedge was completely bored, due to the fact that there was not much to do in sick bay, in fact it was a rather dull atmosphere. To keep himself occupied, he played simple mind games, like counting his teeth or spelling really long words. When that got boring, he spent most of his time sleeping. He would be leaving soon, it typically didn't take very long for a burn to heal. Eventually, staying awake got boring, so Wedge drifted into sleep.

The room was like a bright light. It appeared as though there were no walls, only a white space, stretching to infinity. He sat up. the bedsheets rustled and echoed throughout the space. It had to end somewhere, he thought. Perhaps it is an illusion. Someone called to him, their voice echoed in the distance.

"Wedge..." Said the voice. He turned his head to see who was calling him. No one was there. He pulled off his sheets, then he stepped on the floor. Not suprisingly, it was cold.

"Wedge..." The voice echoed. Wedge was curious to know where the voice came from. The voice was oddly familiar, but he couldn't place a name on it, but he knew it sounded vaguely male.

"Wedge..." The voice sounded closer, its tone more intensifying. Wedge was now determined to find out who-and where-that voice was coming from. he rose from the bed. there was again no other sound than the rustle of bedsheets echoed in the air.

"Wedge.." Called the voice with greater intensity. Wedge quickly turned around to find no one there. Figures, he thought. As soon as he turned back around, the voice called again.

"Wedge..." This time Wedge breathed heavier, his patience wearing thin.

"Who are you!" Wedge called. No reply was given. seconds passed, perhaps a minute or two, no one was keeping time.

"Wedge.." It called. Why is it doing this? he thought. What he did know is that he couldn't take it anymore.

"Wedge..." The voice called again. At that moment, Wedge could not take it anymore.

"Stop it!" He shouted, but the voice seemed to not be listening.

"Wedge..."

"Stop it!" He shouted, this time more demanding. "Who are you! Where are you!"

"Wedge..."

"Stop! Please!..." The voice was driving him insane. It seemed to annoy him on purpose. He sat down on the bed. He still didn't know where he was, but that didn't concern him at the moment, becaused the voice ceased to call out to him. He breathed more calmly this time. Suddenly, he felt someone ease in toward the side of his face, obviously from behind because he saw no one in front of him. He could feel something tickle his cheek, it was hair. He felt flesh, it was warm.

"Wedge.." Whispered the unknown presence. Wedge turned to find that the voice was someone familiar. The voice came from Luke, who was now sitting behind him.

"Luke?" Said Wedge in curiosity. "You're the voice aren't you?"

"Did I drive you crazy?" He smiled. What Wedge found most curious was that Luke spoke, but his lips did not mouth the words.

"I can hear you talking, but your lips aren't moving." He told him.

"I'm telepathically speaking to you, of course." He said.

"Well, no offense, but it's kinda weird."

"I would talk to you vocally, but I can't, you see" He then mouthed the words to a sentence, but no sound came from it. "Strange I know, but I want to show you something." He climbed off the bed and motioned for Wedge to follow him. "Come on." He smiled "It won't be there forever."

"Well what is it?" Wedge was curious to know.

"Well c'mon and I'll show you." Luke motioned to Wedge to come with him. At that moment, Wedge climbed off the bed and followed Luke to wherever he was leading him. As they walked, the white space began to clear up into a portal emanating a white aura.

"This is a door to the outside world." Luke said with his mind.

"How did you do that?" Asked Wedge.

"Do what? You mean the door? Oh it's always been there, you just had to look for it." There was a pause. "Well, aren't you going to use it?"

"I want to know if your coming with me." Another pause befell the two friends. "What's wrong?"

"I'm afraid that's not possible." His expression was blank.

"What do you mean?" He turned to Luke to find a blaster pointed to his face.

"I mean.." He spoke with his mind, "That I won't be coming with you..because I would have killed you by then."

"Luke, you wouldn't do this would you?" Wedge could see in his eyes that he was serious. "Please..." Luke came in closer, holding the blaster to Wedge's chest. He came in close enough to whisper in his ear, they were about the same height.

"I'm sorry..." Wedge heard the blaster go off, but woke up before feeling any sensation. He was awake and sitting up now. What a crazy dream, he thought. He got up to use the bathroom, and get a glass of water. He sat down, and couldn't help thinking about the dream. What did it mean? he thought, if it had any meaning.

"May I help you sir?" the droid spoke. Wedge nearly forgot he was sharing a room with a medical droid.

"No." He said. "It's just a dream."

"A dream is simply a collection of images compiled by the brain from the time the organism was conscious, Your dream was no exception." The droid was obviously speaking on a scientific scale, but Wedge definitely felt dreams were more than just a collection of images. Dreams were his feelings, talking back to him.