Chapter 22
"Stop! Luke! It's us, Han and Chewie!"
He had been calling out to the figure before him, hoping that he would turn back towards them, but to no avail. "Blast it all, Luke! We're just trying to help you! What do you think you were doing, leaving the way that you did, anyways?"
He saw the figure look at him again, but he continued on, as if he were running away on purpose. 'Well, he is running away on purpose. The question is, why?' he thought to himself. Just then, the figure tripped again. He could clearly see that he was barefoot and was now getting close enough to know that it must be Luke. Only thing was, he was not stopping. He seemed determined to reach whatever destination he had in mind. The young man was visibly tired, yet would not give up. Han kept running. Then he suddenly realized that the figure seemed to be headed for a group of cave openings. 'Great. Just great. What if he gets lost in them?' he thought, getting worried by Luke's apparent lack of realization of who it was who was following him. 'Maybe he had a momentary relapse?' The thought, as quickly as it came, was just as quickly forgotten as the figure ducked inside one of the caves. Han dashed inside, not noticing the figure sitting in the shadows, and kept going until he reached a split in the cave tunnel. Hoping that Luke had not just run inside one of them, he checked the ground, finally noticing that there only appeared to be one set of footprints, as Chewie was a bit slower than Han in the heatand had stopped just outside of the cave. He decided to slowly backtrack to the entrance and look for footprints. It was not until he had nearly reached the entrance that he noticed a second set. He followed the second set with his eyes, ending at a figure slumped against the wall of the cave. Luke…
The Troopers reappeared, each holding a strange-looking creature in their arms…