"Han?" Han turned around to see Leia standing behind him. He had been so lost in thought he hadn't heard her come up behind him. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"You don't look fine. I said your name three times." She said putting her hand on his shoulder.

"Leia I promise it's nothing. I was just thinking."

"If we are going to get married you have to tell me what's going on." She said not moving her hand.

Han sighed. "What's your earliest memory? I mean how old were you?"

"I guess I was four watching my adopted mother brushing her hair wishing I could be as beautiful as her. Why?"

"My earliest memory was when I was seven running around with Chewie on Kashyyyk. I don't remember anything before that. I don't even remember my parents. I should remember something." He wasn't going to mention the nightmare. He didn't want anyone to think it had scared him. "All I remember is growing up on Kashyyyk. I was the only human on the planet." He turned to look at Leia and saw that she was looking at him in concern. "I used to ask where my parents were but no one would answer me. I want answers."

"I'll help." Leia said. "Maybe Chewie could tell you..."

"I don't need your help Leia. I want to do this by myself."

"Why won't you let me help you? What aren't you telling me?"

Han sighed. "Nothing. I just think it's something I need to find out by myself." He shrugged her hand off his shoulder and walked away to find Chewie.

Leia watched him leave. What was wrong with him? She wondered.