For Ben Skywalker what happened occurred between one step and the next. He literally lifted his foot to step over the rag doll and was suddenly assailed with dizziness. Then as he lowered his foot, all the air whooshes out of him, and he collapses to the grass.
He closes his eyes fighting the nausea, not wanting to throw up. Finally his thoughts and mind calms down enough that he can wonder about the grass he is sitting on. He opens his eyes, and sees it growing wild all around him, a bright vibrant green, he looks around at the trees and flowers, and he can smell the scents of springtime.
He looks around once more, trying to find a hint, any sign of the durocrete that he was walking on, looking for some hint of the shops and restaurants which mere moments ago surrounded him. Hoping against hope for some sight of Jysella.
Looking down once more he notices the rag doll. He shouts in joy, a brief moment of reality, and then he notices that it has been truncated, sliced in half, as smoothly as if someone had taken a lightsaber to it. Ben leans down to examine the doll closer; noticing that the cut is unburned, and so smooth and precise, none of the stuffing is damaged at all.
Ben once more looks at the various trees, glancing from one to another, still wondering what to make of it all. For a brief moment he considers that he's gone insane. Then quickly pushes that from his mind as he still feels the same.
He reaches out with the Force, first trying to find Jysella, and then his parents. Yet while he can find people that resemble them, he cannot sense them at all.
He can feel his confusion and fears clawing at his spine, raising chill bumps on his arms. Without realizing it, he begins talking aloud to himself, the mere sound of his voice soothing him slightly. "Am I crazy? No, I'm not, but where am I?"
He looks around again, trying to see anything he can recognize. "Maybe I'm dreaming or having a Force vision." He remembers reading somewhere that people should pinch themselves to awaken from a dream, so he quickly does so, and feels the small nip of pain. Frowning as he realizes that he could just as easily dreamed that pain as truly felt it; he tries to think of something else.
He wipes his forehead, brushing away the cold sweat that has appeared on it. "What about amnesia?"
Then he puts his head on his knees and starts to quietly sob, venting his confusion and pain. Could he have wondered all the way to this planet, wherever it was, in a blank fog? What could he have done during that time? What did he do during that time?
"No!" His own cry of disbelief startles him. He looks down, noticing that he is still wearing the same robes that he put on for his date, then there is the doll, what would it be doing out here in the woods so far from civilization, especially when he had just stepped over the exact same one on Coruscant.
The quiet desolation begins to wear on him, and he quickly stands. He realizes that he will soon need to find people, shelter, even something to eat. He will need to find a way to get in touch with Jysella, and apologize for disappearing on her.
Looking around, he starts walking through where the trees seem the thinnest, hoping to find some sign of sentience in that direction.
Valin Halycon is a happy man, well almost. He is a mere seventeen years old, but he has found the girl that he is going to marry. Her name is Nyche Senthe, and at sixteen she is what he considers the perfection in feminine form. Smooth skin, long wavy black hair, and sparkling green eyes, and a figure to die for. But what Valin likes the best is her matter-of-fact way of approaching life. If he had to choose one word to describe her emotionally and intellectually he would have to go with "grounded." If he had to choose a single word to describe her overall, he would have to go with "perfect."
To say he is smitten is an understatement.
He watches her laugh for a moment, and then turns his attention briefly to the third person in their party. Her name is Syal Senthe and she is Nyche's older sister, and is a spitting image of her sister physically. Emotionally is another story. Where Nyche is calm and collected, Syal is wild and exuberant. He is still amazed that the same parents can produce children so different from one another.
He turns his attention back to Nyche, and wonders once again how exactly the Jedi can deny love and marriage. He is suddenly very glad that his father did not turn him over to the Temple for training when he was born, but undertook to train him secretly, in much the same way he was secretly married.
Valin wonders what sort of pressures such a secret would inflict on the heart, how someone could withstand that pressure for so long without breaking. He knows that he wants to scream out his love for Nyche from the tallest spire of Coronet, even if such a gesture would cause her to blush uncontrollably.
He lands the speeder in the small clearing where they are planning on having their picnic. He quickly gets out, and walks to the brook which flows through the clearing, creating a gentle babbling noise in the background.
Then turning his attention back to the girls, he can't help but smile at them, his love, and their chaperone. A crashing sound draws his attention and he turns around to face the sound, hoping that it's not one of the larger predators that can occasionally be found in the woods this far out.
He frowns as a man stumbles out of the forest, dressed in what appears to be torn and dirty Jedi robes. Valin looks him over, noticing the ginger hair is unkempt and dirty, and the stubble of growth on the man's cheeks. he looks at the three of them, and Valin can feel the shock coming off of him in the Force. He collapses to his knees, and his voice is harsh and low. "Thank the Force."
Then the man collapses, falling unconscious.
Valin carries him over to the speeder, and leans him up against it, then grabbing one of the bottles of water; he slowly raises it to the man's lips. Looking down he notices the lightsaber hilt attached to the man's belt. The stranger sputters slightly, and starts coming to.
His grey eyes lock on each of them in turn and Valin gently probes him with the Force, sensing the deep, understated power within him. "Can anyone tell me which planet I'm on?"
Syal who had spent the entire time, hovering over Valin, watching the stranger intently speaks up to answer his question. "Corellia. Why wouldn't you know what planet you're on? Where did you think you are? And what's your name?"
Valin sees the shock register in the strangers face, as he once more looks at Syal, and reaches out to gently caress her cheek. His voice when he speaks is a low whisper. "You look so much like my Jysella."