Leia.
She started.
Lando, busy at the controls, only gave her one odd look. Neither he nor Chewie seemed to notice anything.
Of course they didn't. Luke wasn't here, he was back at Bespin: already dead at Vader's hands, perhaps, or more probably, frozen like Han. She couldn't possibly have heard him. It was just – her imagination, tormenting her for leaving him behind.
Leia!
She hesitated. Even Han had privately admitted that Luke's abilities went well beyond the natural. Was it possible – ?
Leia, hear me.
His tired, desperate voice cut through the shouts and straining machinery. Leia set her jaw.
"We've got to go back," she said.