As soon as Alessia's head hit her worn out pillow, the recurring dream came into play.
Colors mixing and meshing about until dark hair formed and eventually a man's facial structure.
The mixing stopped. Everything stopped.
The dream became reality. As if she was awake and the strange man was right in front of her. Perfectly clear.
Alessia stayed silent as the man looked at her in shock.
"A Force user.."
Breaking her trance, she came back to the situation.
"E-excuse me?" She stuttered.
He took a step closer as she took one back.
"You're Force sensitive. How did you make this connection? Who is training you?" He said, keeping his rage contained.
"I'm not.. I'm not trained in the Force. I didn't do this!"
The man balled his fist.
He turned his back to her and closed his eyes, leaving Alessia full of anxiety.
"I've been trying for quite some time to figure out who you are and yet I've never seen you in my life. You made this connection and have been sending me these...these dreams? Visions? I don't know. Are you even real?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow and turning back to the young woman.
She bit the inside of her cheek.
"Where are you? Is this your home?" He observed their surroundings, letting the anger drift away that he previously had.
"It might be." Alessia answered, cautiously.
She had to keep it in the back of her mind that this is still a stranger.
"Hm." He huffed.
Silence filled the room once again. Alessia could feel the awkward tension until her head started pounding and an unexplainable pain coursed through her.