On the subject of story continuity: So They Met In A Bar takes place about this SAME time in the timeline. Ten or so year Causality Loop begun... which both DOES and DOES NOT matter for this particular story, but will and does for the other one and The Table Was Crowded.

In the crew quarters cabin onboard the Millennium Falcon, Chewbacca, Chewie to his friends, couldn't help but wonder as he helped her to a bed. She'd been leaning heavily into him since they'd left the mess hall, spent from what he suspected was some kind of flashback but hadn't been able to ask because she didn't understand Shyriiwook very well.

Roganda sat on the bed and blinked up at him, as if she wasn't sure what to say herself. "Thank you."

Chewie inclined his head, studying her. Her eyes were haunted, but pinched, and she was squinting, and she was paler than he had ever seen her in the weeks since she had joined their motley crew. He again wanted to ask her some questions, but didn't move to get the erase-able flimsie board they'd been using to communicate with in Basic. If she truly had a headache, reading might make it worse. In the end, he nodded, and pointed to the bed with a grunt.

Roganda nodded, but didn't yet lay down. "He's going to be there if I sleep. They both are."

That caused him to stare at her. What? What was that supposed to mean?

"I can feel it, the nagging, the reaching out so I'll reach back and answer. It's dangerous." Her head snapped to the left and she stared at the bulkhead for a minute, frowning. Then she smiled, just as suddenly. "They're okay." And then she was massaging her temples again, which she had done in the mess hall, and taking deep breaths.

Slowly, as he'd seen Winter do, he sat on the floor in front of her and caught one of her hands in his furry ones. He woofed a question at her in his mother tongue, knowing she wouldn't get it entirely, but that didn't matter.

The smile that graced her pained face was answer enough. "Stay?" He nodded and she laid down, still holding his hand. In minutes, Roganda was asleep, and Chewie was left to wonder just what she meant by anyone being there when she slept.

He sat there a long while, next to the bunk, holding her hand.

On Coruscant, Palpatine was left blinking at the sudden dream-like mental image of Pittens playing with children in an underground cavern with a garden. What or how was that an answer to his mental summons that had so far gone ignored? He raised an eyebrow at Ameesa Darys, whom he'd been in a meeting with.

Inquisitor Darys simply shrugged, unable to explain the significance. She remembered that garden, but why it would come as an answer was beyond her. What was her protégé up to, that she would refuse to answer either of them?

On Sacorria, a flash of light deposits a screaming woman wearing a kimono that is on fire into an alley. She sits there, breathing hard, patting herself down to put the flames out, and can only stare toward the open end of the alley. Were those really big cats, walking upright?

Eventually she stands, unconsciously pulls a cloak around herself, and unknowingly leaves a pieces of clothing behind as she walks off into the evening of Dorthus Tal.

Elsewhere in Dorthus Tal, as a man and a woman play a friendly round of Go Fish between themselves, both are startled by a sudden jangling but faint alarm coming from the open door to their basement. They stare at each other in disbelief before the man laughs. "Well, it is why we're here. Go on."

The woman looked down at her cards. "Do you have any threes?"

"Rala..."

"What? One more minute of normal. Threes, Whuki."

"Go fish."

She reached for a card, sighed at the five she drew, and stood up from the table. "The most ridiculous thing is that I want to cross my own timeline and catch Susan in the act of investigating this tomorrow or the day after while wearing very obvious orange clothing, and she hasn't even done it yet."

Whuki's green-tinted lips twitched at the attempt of humor. "I'm glad that isn't the only ridiculous part of what we're doing here. I was starting to worry."

She sighed again. "Or it could also be that I want to send a coded message to Hoth and tell them to evac early, but we can't do that either. I hate not being able to interfere. Stupid causality rules."

Whuki glanced at the cards he was still holding. Suddenly, he wanted another minute of normal, too. "Do you have any fours?"

"One of us has to deal with that alarm, you know." He raised an eyebrow at her in challenge. "Oh... actually yes."

"Probably we should also go out and find your mom's twin."

Rala glanced at the open door to the basement, where the alarm was still sounding. "She'll be fine. Probably... or we'll end up with an explosion and everybody on a high security alert from the Garrison for a month or two. Or both, and I'll regret letting it happen." He glared at her. "What?"

"We have the strangest problems."

"I absorb light and you shape shift."

"Good point."

Eventually, they dealt with the jangling alarm. Rala's guess about the Garrison going on high alert after a suspicious explosion proved prophetic.

In Wild Space, beyond the Outer Rim, a fleet is pushed... and vanishes.

And in the Deep Core Security Zone, in the Beshqek System, on Byss, where time is now crawling at a snail's pace, medics begin to notice something off about their growing, sleeping charges...

Many hours, a welcome rescue, and a medical check later, Han was standing with Leia and Chewie, watching as Luke hung, occasionally thrashing in Echo Base's bacta tank. Aside from Artoo beeping, it was relatively quiet. Relatively, because Threepio had yet to say anything while they waited.

The quiet gave him time to think and look around and realize that they were short a person. In fact, he hadn't seen her yet at all. "Chewie? Where's-" Chewie's short explanation made him turn and look at the Wookiee in question. "Sleeping?"

"Probably because she hasn't been sleeping well," Leia muttered, and Han turned to look at her funny. "Later."

Later turned out to be MUCH later.