Master Jedi woke that morning with every inch of his flesh burning, stinging, and aching painfully. His head was wrapped, His arms in a sling, his ankles had bandages and everywhere else had some sort of medical tape on it. Chewie through a moldy piece of Bimm bread at him (which Chewie had snot on), an he ate it eagerly.

""Morning, Lukie! Sleep well?" Han asked cheerfully as he pulled on his brown and torn vest he wore everyday.

"Eh."

"I suppose you want a day of rest to recuperate from that deadly and horrify situation yesterday. That's fine...I mean I did want to sightsee a bit more and all today since the weather's good and all."

"Yeah, a day of relaxation would be nice," said Luke.

Chewbawk growled.

"Yeah, that's right, Chewie. All Luke ever thinks about is himself! I said I wanted to sightsee but he's all no I'm to weak and stupid and important and I don't care what you want Han, I come first. Naaah."

"I never said that! It's just that I fell----"

"See? I FELL.. "I." All he care's about is himself. But okay, let him get his way, I mean he is way importanter then us right, Chew? He is a JEDI."

"Hey now! No need to get your tidy-widys in a knot! No need to get antsy! I didn't mean anything of that sort!"

"Look at Mr.Oh-I'm-So-Good-I-Can-Just-DENY-DENY-DENY! WELL, GUESS WHAT, BUSTER? IT'S NOT GOING TO WORK WITH US! NOT GOING TO WORK WITH UUUUUUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Han shouted with all his mighty might,

Luke stumbled to his feet. "Fine. We'll go out exploring."

"Well, okay if that's the way you want. I don't want to pressure you into doing something you don't want to do."

Luke led them from their camp and away from the Millennium Falcon. He led them in the opposite direction of the TATOOINE CLIFFS. Luke didn't know where he was going but he hoped to stumble across something he could pass off as a landmark. As they walked (and Luke limped) Luke came up with an idea to kill both Solo and the mighty Chewbacca. Luke would find someplace to hide (which could be quite difficult in the middle of the desert) and make his comrades look the other way while he hid. Then after they wandered around and were out of sight, he would run (hobble) back to camp, fly the Millennium Falcon to the rebel base back on Coruscant. There he would meet Leia and tell her that Han Solo had tragically died but he would always be there. He would be there as she mourned and then she would fall desperately in love with him. Yes, that's how it would be. Han and Chewie would be get lost in the desert and die! Anxious to put his plan into action he increase his speed until they came across small canyons that you could walk through. There were many large rocks and trenches to hide in.

"Sand people used this path a lot," Luke told Han and Chewbacca, "because I can tell it is well worn. LOOK! There's one now!" He quickly pointed far away and as Chewbawk and Solo looked into the distant for the Jawa or Tusken, Luke dashed behind a rock and hid.

"Hey, Luke, I can't see it," Hanna said, turning around. "Luke? Now where'd ya go?" Han yelled and searched around. Luke used the Force to make Han think he had already checked behind that rock that Luke was hiding behind. "No, Chewie. I already looked there." Chewbacca still roared in protest and started heading towards the rock, as if he knew Luke was hiding there. Luke started getting worried. Chewie reached the rock and looked behind it. Before the wookie could scream for Han, Luke drew his lightsaber and sliced the wookie's hand off. Chewbacca roared angrily and sucked his bleeding hand.

"I TOLD WE ALREADY LOOKED THERE." Han yelled angrily. Luke let go of Han's mind and Han and Chewie walked on. Luke waited until they were no longer seen and then dashed the opposite way.

"I know I've seen that rock before so I must be going the right way. Heh heh. Mayhap I see Han and Chewbacca's dead body whilst I get there?" Luke laughed a cruel laugh. He had been walking for over eight hours and had still not stumbled upon their camp or any sign of possible life and Luke was getting hungry, thirsty, and very, very tired, but his spirits were high and he kept pressing on knowing soon he would find the Millennium Falcon and fly back to Leia.

Back at the ranch. Han and Chewbawk were walking at a fast speed. Han had bandaged Chewie's hand and the duo kept their hunger and thirst at bay because the hairy monster had packed Bimm bread and a canteen filled with water from the fresh springs of Naboo. They trudged on and searched the barren plains for their missing friend.

"Oh, for pity's sake!" Han yelled. "There's the Millennium Falcon! We've been going around in circles! That Luke must have taken us the wrong way. Oh, well. I am getting tired and it is almost too dark to see so I guess it is fortunate we stumbled upon our camp. I'm guessin' Luke's already there wondering where the hell we were."

But Luke was not at the camp. On the contrary, he was all the way on the other side of the planet! He had walked, and, walked and, walked and, walked and, walked and, walked and, walked and, walked and, walked and, walked and, walked and, walked and, walked .and, walked. And he had walked even farther then that! And the worst part was he thought he was going in the right direction! So it was nightfall and Chewie and Han Solo had gotten bored waiting for him so they went to sleep. It wasn't till very early the next morning Luke thought of something...

"I don't think I'm going the right way." But this didn't depress Luke too much, he just kept walking. The thought of Han Solo's dead carcass rotting as the sand people picked at his possessions was enough to keep his spirit's a float. The joy of it all! As the morning of the second day turned to afternoon and the afternoon turned to evening, Luke was beginning to feel the pain. Every muscle and bone in his body ached from the non stop movement. His brain was fuzzy because of his lack of sleep...he wasn't sure if he had fallen asleep while walking. His throat burn from thirst and his stomached clawed of hunger. His legs fell weak and he began to crawl. Again his eyes were blurry...but was that...Leia?

"Le...y...a?"

"Hello, Little Lukie."

"Leia?"

"My snookums, you made it."

"Is that you?"

"Yes, my dove. Now, come give me a wittle kiss!" Luke could feel himself rise and he puckered his lips. Suddenly, the feeling was not of softness but of...hair! No...not hair, but worse. FUR!

"EEECH!" Luke spat. Chewbacca roar furiously.

"Hey, Luke! You made it!" Han ran over.

"Han? Chewie? Am I back at camp?"

"Yep."

Luke sat down onto Han's bed. "How long have I been away?"

"Over 24 hours or if you're on Tatooine time 1298 zoopanks." Han mumbled, his mouth was stuffed with Bimm bread.

"I'm so hungry...any food?" Luke coughed out.

"Uh oh," said Han. "Sorry, mate. I just ate the last of the Bimm bread. I wasn't even that hungry..."

Luke grimaced. "Okay, no food. But that doesn't matter...I'm thirstier anyway." Luke saw Han point his head towards Chewie.

"Chewie's using the last of it, Luke." Luke looked over and saw Chewie brushing his teeth! Chewbacca gurgled and spat and then let the last of the precious water pour from the keg onto the thirst-ridden ground.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"Gee, mate. Don't freak out on us. It's not our fault."

Luke's eyes turned from worried and despairing to angry and devil-like. "No more food?" The smuggler shook his head. "No more water?" The wookie shook his. Luke gave another deathly loud screech. He charged at Han, lightsaber drawn.

"Whatcha doing, mate? Mate? MATE!" Han dodged a lightsaber. "Quick, Chewie! Bein' out in the desert for so long as scrambled his brains! Get 'em!" Chewbacca ran towards Luke who was desperately trying to burn some part of Han with his lightsaber. Chewie rapped his long arms around Luke and squeezed hard so Luke couldn't breathe. Luke dropped his lightsaber and Chewie dropped him. Then Luke dropped to the ground, exhausted. There he though he'd sleep till morn.