"A boardwalk?" Finn questioned, peering out the window at the foggy coastline. "Your uncle lives at a boardwalk?"
"He's eccentric," Ben brushed off.
"All year? It's a tourist destination. There's no reason for him to be here all year."
Ben sighed and shook his head. "Yet he is."
They parked in the empty nearby parking lot, and when he got out, he stretched, watching the others follow similarly. He nodded for them to follow through the market street on the other side of the beach. Most businesses were closed because of the cold weather, but there were a few souvenir shops and restaurants sporting open signs.
"How do you know where he is?" Rose asked. "If you haven't been in contact with him, he could have left or...?"
"There's a nunnery nearby that's taken an interest in him. They keep Mom informed. They let him use their address. He technically doesn't have an address, so that's where she sends his Christmas and birthday gifts."
"How does he not have an address?"
They stopped at an open area that had an empty stage and picnic tables. Most were occupied by seagulls, but a coffee shop employee on break was slumped at one table blasting Fall Out Boy through their earbuds and covering their face by their visor. Ben pointed across that pavilion at an eccentrically painted trailer, sporting a large eye and a menu of prices written in chalk for Tarot Card readings, palm readings, and birth charts. It was parked, partially hidden, in the alley between a closed Dippin Dots shack and an open but empty souvenir shop sporting custom made tie-dye sweatshirts.
"The gypsy trailer?" Finn asked.
"Fortune telling. It's a gimmick." They were crossing the courtyard, and Ben waved as Han appeared in front of the trailer. "Good to see you, Dad."
"He doesn't even know I'm here. Can't see me. Can't hear me. Can't sense me. Thought he was like you, kid. Been trying for days."
"We can't see him, ProSo."
"Revelare Mortuis."
"Hey there, Solo."
Han made a face. "Did you just call me Solo?"
Ben smirked. "You've got to be specific, Finn. There's two Solos." He disregarded them and went around to the back of the wood trailer to bang on the locked door.
"Go away!" a gruff, sleep ridden voice shouted. "It's off season. Only open on weekends!"
"Get out here, Luke!" Ben banged on the door again.
The troupe held their collective breath, listening for movement. They all jumped when Luke Skywalker threw open the door, banging it against the wood of the trailer. His grey hair and beard, same color as Leia's, were wild, whether from sleep or his normal styling, it was hard to say. He was dressed the part of eccentric old man versed in the mystic Asian arts, but he also had a multi-patterned blanket thrown over his shoulders. It was his piercing blue eyes that froze the small mob outside his home. Fear, anger, sadness, confusion all crossed through the eyes as they stared at Ben, then flicked over the unknown faces, and then resting on Han.
"What did you try to do to my son?" Han growled already surging forward but passing straight through Luke.
Luke's face dropped to shock as he spun to face Han now behind him. "Han?" He looked back at Ben, still outside, and back to Han, furiously glaring. It was all the ghost could do. "Dead. Han's dead?"
"Didn't you get the package?" Ben asked, annoyed, already feeling his walls shoot up around his wounded emotions.
"What package? What are you doing here, Ben?" Luke looked back at Han. "Why can I see him?"
"He has the same powers you do," a soft woman's voice answered. "You may have hidden yourself away," she continued, a very familiar face forming as she exited the trailer, followed by body dressed in layers of fine fabrics, stopping to hover inches over the ground and smile at the visitors, "but he has not."
Luke's eyes flit between Ben and the woman's ghost.
"It's been so long," the lady continued, reaching out to cup Luke's cheek. "I've been waiting for you to come back to the Force."
"Is that...? Padme Amidala?" Rose whispered.
"I am," she answered, turning and smiling. "Ben, my dear grandson! You look just like Ani!"
The door to the trailer slammed shut.
"Coward!" Han shouted. "You tried to kill my boy!" They could all hear the shouts from inside the trailer. "You tried to kill your own nephew! For what! Some mystical mumbo jumbo power!"
"You don't think I regret what I did!" Luke shouted back, voice still hoarse. "I know what he means to you and Leia! You trusted me with Ben, and I failed! And now you're dead! Since when are you dead?"
"Dying for Ben was the best decision I ever made," Han growled.
The company turned to look at Ben's face.
"Dying for him?"
"Yes, Luke, dying for him. He got wrapped up with a demon and-."
"Snoke."
"Yes Snoke."
"Snoke got to Ben?"
"What do you mean, Snoke got to Ben? He's been after Ben since he was a literal infant, Luke. None of us believed him."
"I didn't realize..."
They could no longer hear what Luke was properly saying, and they turned their attention back to the spirit of Padme Naberrie Amidala.
"How are you here?" Ben asked, choosing just one of the mountain of questions he had to ask. "People have searched for you and your soul. Ben Kenobi searched for you."
"Oh, Ben Kenobi," she sighed. "I've been with Ani, then Luke." She looked to the trailer.
"Anakin Skywalker has been looking for you," Ben continued.
"He's still here?" she asked, eyes lighting up. "I've missed him so much!"
"Is there somewhere private we can go?"