I stood there, staring out at the waves. Nothing creepy had emerged from the depths yet, but I still wasn't comfortable being so close to the coast. That's how Luke found me again, with my white nightgown and hair blowing in the salty sea wind. While I didn't move a muscle, he watched me briefly before coming up next to my side.

"What are you looking at?" The old man finally ventured to break the pregnant silence. "I don't like the water. It scares me," I replied, not taking my gaze off the horizon. Luke's head spun to me and nodded in an understanding manner. "Didn't Boba Fett once save you from a dianoga at a port city?" "Who's Boba Fett?" I questioned back. Boba Fett- can't say I've ever met anyone named that before. Our eyes met and he smiled warmly at me. "You haven't changed. You're just like when I first met you so long ago….." He uttered wistfully.

I watched him a moment longer before spinning my head back out at the ocean. Luke looked there too. "You're still upset," this was more of an observation than a question; not that I denied it. My eyes merely lowered. "How long am I going to stay here?" "Why do you wish to return so soon?" "Because I want to go home. I want to be in my own body again," I thought this was fairly obvious. "You have everything you need here," his tone was a little firmer this time. But my frown just deepened sadly. "Not everything…." "Saoirse," his glance crept over to me again. I let out a long, long sigh.

"I miss my husband." "I know. But heal first, then go to him. The Force will deliver you, when it is time." "When?" I pressed. "I don't know, but it is clearly not time yet. You'll know when it is." "You sure?" My eyes wandered over to meet his, with no hostility now. He gave me a sincere, reassuring expression in return. "Absolutely. The Force brought me to you…. when you needed me most." "When was that?"

Luke chuckled. "Oh, how I've missed this. You and I used to talk for hours under the stars." "You didn't answer my question," I countered. His hand rose up. "There'll be no more questions; you know too much as it is." "But you said….!" "Listen to your master, Saoirse. You will know, when the time comes….. The Force will make sure of it."

With one last look my way, Luke smiled and then- to my surprise- walked off. He actually left me alone for once. But it didn't feel as good as I thought. My gaze simply drew back to the endless surface of the sea, taking my eyes and mind far off into the distance. I shut them for a second, feeling the air all around me. Trust the Force….. How can I ever trust the Force again? It's like my world's been shattered and I'm scrambling to pick up the pieces. I have no idea where Mando or my physical body are back in my time, or what that evil Moff Gideon has done to me in my spirit's absence. I'm so alone out here… well, except for Luke, but I barely know him. I'd much rather be with my husband again…. Wherever he is. If the Force really wanted to do something for me, it'd bring me back to him. I miss him…. and I want to see him again so much. Why can't you be on my side for once, Force?

"Don't underestimate the Force."

A voice I'd heard before said out loud. But I wasn't paying attention to that. From the moment I had my last thought, that low ringing came back to my mind. All throughout my head was this soft buzzing; its rings echoing in my ears, though I knew only I could hear it. The ringing got louder when I reopened my eyes. With the wind now swaying my hair at my side, brushing some strands in front of my face, I peered forward…. I unhurriedly lifted my eyes and saw him some distance away from me.

I should have been furious the moment I clapped eyes on him; I should have felt at least something. But I didn't- I didn't feel anything. There I was, numbly staring back at the man who'd caused me so much agony. Anakin gaped back at me, standing about fifteen feet away; he was hovering somewhat in the air but not far off the ground. I didn't even register the sensation of tears dripping down the sides of my cheeks. I think I was overtaken by sadness and anger these past few days that I'd grown tired. I was exhausted from all the negativity and couldn't hate him more than I already did. So instead, all I could do was watch him in a sort of passive way. Watch him… and not realize I was crying again.

For his part, Anakin had a look of remorse on his face, like he was sorry. Sorry for what- who knows? It could be for me seeing what happened all those years ago, or the fact that I'd already met his son. But for the present moment, I didn't care. We kept our stares on each other for some time, not doing anything else. All the while, the ringing continued in my mind without my being able to stop it.

The longer I observed him however, the more I noticed. He's wearing the same outfit… My bottom lip twitched unconsciously; a tear falling over it. He wore those clothes the last time I saw him.

Thinking this set off a chain reaction in me. It was as if all the pain and suffering walled up by the numbness had suddenly filled me. I had to cover my mouth, feeling sick. I felt sick, looking at this man. The world around me became queasy; everything grew deaf for a second. The ringing was so loud it was making me dizzy. Feeling faint all of a sudden, my legs began to shake. My vision blurred as I lost my balance. I started falling backwards….. but out of nowhere and quite abruptly, something stopped me. A hand pressed up into my back, propping me up.

What the….?! My head shot around behind me so fast, and my eyes couldn't have grown wider. "M-Mando?!" Mando! It was Mando! He was there, holding me up with his hand securely on my back. I was so shocked that I could only gawk for a few moments; mouth totally agape.

Now, I knew this wasn't really Mando; he wasn't actually here. This was clearly a vision brought on by the Force. But who cares about that? I didn't! All I could contemplate was that my husband- or at least a hallucination of him I could really see- was here. He didn't say anything, but he didn't remove his hand either. I was able just to ogle him with the upmost bewilderment and adoration. Mando…. My Mando has come to me.

It was just the Mandalorian and I alone at first, but it didn't stay like that for long. Soon, and to my equal amount of surprise, another hand rested upon my back. I blinked to see someone else standing to Mando's left. "Carl?!" He's here too?! Like Mando, Carl didn't say a word, but smiled at me. He helped my husband lift me up. I, meanwhile, was dumbfounded beyond belief. And it didn't end there.

Yet another sensation of hand touching me made my head twirl around. To Mando's right stood scarred face man, also putting his hand on my back. He wasn't smiling like the others, but his expression was genuine enough. It was all happening so fast, I couldn't wrap my head around it. Here I was, standing out overlooking the ocean and Anakin's Force ghost, and they all unexpectedly showed up behind me! When I needed to be held up the most…. They came for me.

The crowd was finished by three final hands making contact with me. Three guesses as to who's those were. I smiled profoundly at all my masters, who grinned back at me with faces of content. Masters! My eyes enlarged so much. They were all there…. there to hold me up. My lips trembled again; more tears flowed, but these were the first happy tears I'd shed in a while.

Ah I see…. I see it now. I'm not alone, am I? I've never been alone. I've got all of them standing behind me. Mando, Carl, and scarred face man have all risked their lives to save me; they've gone out of their way to protect me. And my masters….. What more do I need say? They're my masters. They raised me, taught me everything I know…. I wouldn't be the woman I am today without them. Any of them. There they were, always around to catch me when I fall- to hold me up when I'm not strong enough to stand on my own two feet. These men…. these men which give so much to me. My eyes lowered tenderly onto them. When I checked back, Anakin's Force spirit was nowhere in sight, but they were all still there. That's where they'll always be, with one hand on me, keeping me forever safe. How can I ever….? My vision was becoming blurry from all the tears. How can I ever possibly thank them enough?

It was then that my true healing process was able to begin.